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...MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 11. AL-MUTAKABBIR by EDWIN ARNOLD MATER DOLOROSA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN PIETRO OF ABANO by ROBERT BROWNING THE GREEK BOY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |