Found six cents today, so this nursery rhyme has been zinging through my brain all day. I promise to move away from rhyming poetry tomorrow.
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!
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!
SIGH.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Thank you SO MUCH.
We had to SING this bloody song in Lindaires. WHY? It was one of those stupid Show Tune Prowess songs you have to learn for for the music jury people. We performed it in Southern California for some kind of judges, I don't remember THEM. But I do have singasongasingasongasingasonga now embedded firmly in my head.
*grump*