Sing a Song of Sixpence
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Grandma can read this to you. Tap play and listen, or follow along as each line lights up.
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 the 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; When down came a blackbird And snapped off her nose.
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