Sing a Song of Six Pense lyrics
by Ella Jenkins
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Hidden in a pie
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Hidden in a pie
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing
[Whistling]
now wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Hidden in thе pie
When the piе was opened
The birds began to sing
[Whistling]
Now wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?