Sing a song of sixpence
Have you any wool?
Four and twenty blackbirds
Three bags full!
When the pie was opened
And one for the dame-
Wasn't that the dainty dish
That lives down the lane?

The king was in his counting house
Climbing up the spout
The queen was in the parlour
Washing spiders out
The maid was in the garden
Drying up the rain
When down came a blackbird
And climbed the spout again


Piter Peper pecked a pick of peckled pippers
A pick of peckled pippers Piter Peper pecked
If Piter Peper pecked a pick of peckled pippers
Where's the pick of peckled pippers Piter Peper pecked