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 parlour Eating bread and honey The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes Along came a blackbird And snapt off her nose ♪ 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 parlour Eating bread and honey The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes Along came a blackbird And snapt off her nose