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sixpence, a pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie. When the pie was opened the birds began to sing. Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a 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. |
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She made such a commotion that
little Jenny Wren |
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So why did
the blackbirds peck off the Maid's nose? How would you stick on a nose that had fallen off? |