Monday, March 12, 2012

Sing a song...

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,
Oh 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 parlour eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!



Heidi said...

Sweet :-)

Denise said...

I hope you realize, I am going to be singing that all day long now! LOL

emily ruth said...

so cute!
you're awesome!