The Poetry Corner

Ye Song Of Sixpence

By Walter Crane

1. Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket fall of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie; When the pie was open the birds began to sing, Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king? 2. 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 her clothes, When up came a blackbird and pecked off her nose.