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...DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND DON JUAN'S SONG by ISAAC ROSENBERG |