Sing song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Four and twenty black birds
Baked in a pie

When the pie was open´d
The birds began to sing
Oh, wasn´t 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
Parlor Eating bread and honey

The Maid was in the
Garden
Hanging out the clothes

There came a little
Black bird
And kissed her on the
Nose