Mother Goose Rhymes

Mother Goose rhymes

Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence,

Pockets 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,

Down came a blackbird,

And snapped of her nose.