Baked in a Pie Fabric bymulberry_tree

Sixpence.

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