• Sing a song of five-pence,
    The King's pocket's full of lies,
    I took four and twenty blackbirds,
    And baked them in a pie.

    When the pie was opened,
    The birds refused to sing.
    Wasn't that an awful dish,
    The queen set before the king?

    They were in the counting-house,
    "Counting all his money"
    While I was in the parlor,
    Eating bread and honey.

    They were in the garden,
    Taking off their clothes,
    When down came a blackbird,
    And ripped off her nose.

    They were in the bedchamber,
    Having an affair,
    Then showed a blackbird,
    And plucked out all their hair.

    They were in the kitchen,
    Hands all over thighs,
    Down swooped a blackbird,
    And pecked out their eyes.

    They were in the dungeon,
    Not being very smart,
    Again appeared a blackbird,
    And ate out the king's heart.

    The court sent for a doctor,
    Who managed not to come,
    And all the land knew very well,
    The king's affair was done.