Sing!
Sing!
Sing a song!
Sing a song! A song of six pens!
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 painty dish to set before a king?
The
king was in his counting house,
counting out his honey.
The queen was in her parlour,
eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
hanging out the clothes.
Came a blackbird
and pecked
up her nose.
Pecked
up her nose.
Sing a song of six pens! 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 painty dish?
Wasn't that a painty dish?
Wasn't that a painty dish to set before a king?
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