Four and Twenty Blackbirdssing 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
oh wasn’t that a horrible dish to set before the king
the king was in his counting house counting out his money
the queen was in a parlour eating bread and honey
the maid was in the garden pegging out some clothes
and suddenly came a blackbird and pecked at her nose
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