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Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!
The king was in his counting house counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing, Oh wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes,
During the Medieval times, there were occasions when the cook in the house of a wealthy knight did indeed put live birds inside a huge pastry crust, on his own initiative. This was seen as a great joke and the cook would usually have a real pie waiting. to bring in when the birds had been released."
