Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye Four and 20 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? Ooh, ooh, delicious ♪ 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 ♪ When down came a blackbird And pecked off her nose