Tuesday, April 20, 2021

no nose 4 today!

illustration by Mervyn Peake
Sing a song of 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 the 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
And pecked off her nose.
 
And shortly after that,
there came a little wren,
As she sat upon a chair,
and put it on again.