Four and Twenty Blackbirds

Sing a Song of Sixpence,A bag full of Rye,Four and twentyNaughty boys (blackbirds),Bak'd in a Pye.

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 parlor,Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
There