- AKA blackbirds in a pie -

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!