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Sing~a~Song~ of~Sixpence

sing a song of sixpence
a bottle full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened
the birds began to sing;
Who put that pastry on,
we could'nt see a thing!

The King was in the
counting house
Counting out
his money;

The Queen was
in the parlour,
Looking at him
kind of funny!

The maid was in the garden
hanging out the clothes;
where the king spends his cash,
she's the one who knows!

ali-p 2003
2 months ago

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