SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE Sing a song of sixpence, The king was in his countinghous* A pocket full of rye;Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie!When the pie was opened The birds began to sing;Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king? Counting out his money;The queen was in the parlor,… … THE TARTS The Oueen of Hearts,She made some tarts, All on a summers day; The Knave of Hearts,He stole the tarts, And took them clean away. The King of HeartsCalled for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore;The Knave of HeartsBrought back the tarts, And vowed hed steal no more.
Nursery rhymes
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