Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes.
there came a little black bird,
And pecked off her nose!
they sent for the king’s doctor
who sewed it on again
he sewed it on so neatly
the seam was never seen
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,
豆豆_Lee
Eating bread and honey. The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes. there came a little black bird, And pecked off her nose! they sent for the king’s doctor who sewed it on again he sewed it on so neatly the seam was never seen
豆豆_Lee
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,