Sing a Song of Sixpence Songtext
von Mother Goose Club

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.
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.
Down came a blackbird
And popped upon her nose.