Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Four and twenty black bird baked in pie
When the pie was open the bird 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 parlour
Eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes
There came a little black bird and poked of her nose

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