Sing a song of sixpence

Lyrics of the rhyme: 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 Oh how lovely 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, When down came a blackbird And pecked off her nose. Ouch Sing a song of s