Paroles
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of Rye.
Four and twenty Blackbirds bak'd in a Pie.
When the Pie was open'd,
The Birds began to sing.
Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a King!
The King was in the 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.
There came a little Dicky Bird and popp'd upon her nose.
