Sing a song of sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye ;
Four and twenty blackbirds
All baked in a pie.

When the pie was open,
The birds began to sing ;
Wasn't it a dainty dish
To set before the King ? The King was in his counting house,
Counting all 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.