Saturday, October 15, 2011

Sing a song of sixpence...

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 his money;
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose. 

They sent for the king´s doctor,
Who sewed it on again;
He sewed it on so neatly,
The seam was never seen.