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Song of Sixpence
Song of Sixpence
Sing a song
Of sixpence
A pocket full
Of rye
Four and twenty
Blackbirds
Baked
Into a pie
But when it opened
Oh sight oh fright
They flew out with forks in beaks
And started a food fight
The king
In his counting house
Counting golden sighs
A blackbird swooped
Wig went waltzing
Coins fell
Ledgers flipped
The king chairless cried
All the birds yelled
Ha ha ha
Your money's in the sky
The queen in the parlor
Nibbling honeyed bread
When a blackbird snatched her toast
And squawked
This tastes dead
She swiped
She shooed
She chased it round and round
Till sixteen geese crash
Blew the door
To the ground
The maid in the garden
Hanging out her woes
When down came blackbird
And pecked off her nose
She shrieked
She gasped
She ran in fright
But stopped because
The bird had built a nest
Inside her apron's claws
Castle chaos
Feathers airbound
King's gold drowning
Queen chair down
Maid screaming
Give it back
Blackbirds laughing
Fun on track
They tied the butler
To the wall
And stole the royal buns
One and all
The cook stormed out
Twenty pans a rattle
Bird soup stew
Let's start a battle
But the birds just whispered
No no no
They stole the flour
Stirred the dough
And when the cook
Peeked in to see
The pot had sprouted
Into a tree
So if you see a blackbird
Don't bake a pie
Don't count your money
Don't swat a fly
Give them cake
And let them sing
Don't steal their bread
Or tomorrow
They'll build a birdhouse
On your head
Sing a song of silliness
Of birds and kings and mess
If you see a blackbird near
Run away or duck I guess
Humanitarians AI
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/humanitarians-ai/1781414009
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3cj3R4pDpYQHaWx0MM2vFV
https://music.youtube.com/channel/UC5PUIUdDRqnCoOMlgoAtFUg
https://humanitarians.musinique.com
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By bearw3Song of Sixpence
Sing a song
Of sixpence
A pocket full
Of rye
Four and twenty
Blackbirds
Baked
Into a pie
But when it opened
Oh sight oh fright
They flew out with forks in beaks
And started a food fight
The king
In his counting house
Counting golden sighs
A blackbird swooped
Wig went waltzing
Coins fell
Ledgers flipped
The king chairless cried
All the birds yelled
Ha ha ha
Your money's in the sky
The queen in the parlor
Nibbling honeyed bread
When a blackbird snatched her toast
And squawked
This tastes dead
She swiped
She shooed
She chased it round and round
Till sixteen geese crash
Blew the door
To the ground
The maid in the garden
Hanging out her woes
When down came blackbird
And pecked off her nose
She shrieked
She gasped
She ran in fright
But stopped because
The bird had built a nest
Inside her apron's claws
Castle chaos
Feathers airbound
King's gold drowning
Queen chair down
Maid screaming
Give it back
Blackbirds laughing
Fun on track
They tied the butler
To the wall
And stole the royal buns
One and all
The cook stormed out
Twenty pans a rattle
Bird soup stew
Let's start a battle
But the birds just whispered
No no no
They stole the flour
Stirred the dough
And when the cook
Peeked in to see
The pot had sprouted
Into a tree
So if you see a blackbird
Don't bake a pie
Don't count your money
Don't swat a fly
Give them cake
And let them sing
Don't steal their bread
Or tomorrow
They'll build a birdhouse
On your head
Sing a song of silliness
Of birds and kings and mess
If you see a blackbird near
Run away or duck I guess
Humanitarians AI
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/humanitarians-ai/1781414009
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3cj3R4pDpYQHaWx0MM2vFV
https://music.youtube.com/channel/UC5PUIUdDRqnCoOMlgoAtFUg
https://humanitarians.musinique.com