(January 10, 2016 at 11:35 am)pool Wrote:(January 10, 2016 at 11:34 am)Crossless1 Wrote: "Sing a Song O' Sixpence" always morbidly fascinated me as a little kid, mostly I suppose because I was phobic as fuck about birds and the thought of blackbirds baked in a pie or having my nose snatched by one horrified me.
C'mon give a few lines off the top of your head
Sing a song o' 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 the king?
The king was in his counting house
counting out his money.
The queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes.
Along came a blackbird
Who snipped off her nose.
Anyway, that's how I remember it. I might not have the words exactly right.
