Sing a song of sixpence,A bag full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie; When the pie was open'd,The birds began to sing;Was not that a dainty dish,To set before the king? The king was in his counting-houseCounting out his money;The queen was in the parlourEating bread and honey; The maid was in the … Continue reading Poem – “Sing a Song of Sixpence”