简介：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;
Was not that a dainty dish,
To set before the king ?
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,
There came a little blackbird,
And snapped off her nose.
