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; 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 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. Happy ending: They sent for the king's doctor, Who sewed it on again, And he sewed it on so neatly, The seam was never seen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RENUNCIATION by EDWARD DE VERE FOR [OR TO] THOSE WHO FAIL by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER EROTION by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A COWBOY TOAST by JAMES BARTON ADAMS |