Sing a song of six pence,

a
Sing a song of six pence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty black birds,
Baked in a pie.

b
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?

c
The king was in his counting-house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread and honey.

d
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.

e
They sent for the king's doctor,
Who sewed it on again,
And he sewed it on so neatly,
The seam was never seen.