Sing a Song of Sixpence
Traditional Folk Poem
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Wasn't that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?
The king was in his counting house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.
There was such a commotion,
That little Jenny wren
Flew down into the garden,
And put it back again.
I remember all of it except the last stanza. Not sure I've that one before.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza was added later to lessen the gruesomeness of the bird pecking off the maid's nose.
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