Sing a Song of Sixpence,
A bag full of Rye,
Four and twenty
Naughty boys,
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,
Taking off her clothes,
There came a little blackbird laughing
Snapping off her nose.

Sent they for the doctor,
Who sewed it on ageen,
He sewed it on so neatly that
The seam was never seen.

The blackbirds got away but
They left a little gift
Their droppings were too heavy
For the courtly knights to lift

The princess called so sweetly
Can someone bring us aid?
We nobles all do suffer much
For that dessert we made

An old and broken horse groom
He heard the sad lament
He came unto the princess
But she in fright awent

The last hope of the king gone
The queen now drowned in sweet
The princess in the castle pond
And nothing left to eat!