Sing A Song of Sixpence Songtext
von Justin Fletcher

Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Four and 20 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?

Ooh, ooh, delicious


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
Hanging out the clothes
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose

When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose