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Franklin T. Baker

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Sing a Song of Sixpence

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;

Was not that a dainty dish

To set before a 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,

There came a little blackbird,

And nipped her on the nose.


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