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 his counting house
Counting out his money
The Queen was in the parlour
Eating bread and honey
A young maiden stood on the bowe of the ship
In true Titanic pose
When down came a seagull
And pecked off her nose
