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;
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.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.

Years ago we lived in England.  One day while shopping in some great shops they have, I found a porcelain bird used for venting a pie.  When my oldest daughter, who was only five at the time saw it she said, ” I know what that is Mommy, it’s a bird praising God”.  I didn’t have the heart to tell her the real story.  I liked her’s much better.  I bought that bird because I love to bake pies, but also to remind me to praise more.  I found it in the cupboard today and it was an excellent reminder of that day in England as well as the need once again to praise more and snip less.

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3 thoughts on “Sing a Song of Sixpence

  1. the blogging disciple September 3, 2012 / 7:24

    Hello! What a sweet story. Out of the mouth of babes… 🙂
    Did you live anywhere near Lancashire, England? (my maternal ancestry hails from there.)
    Peace!

    • karenworth September 3, 2012 / 7:24

      We were stationed at RAF Upper Heyford new Cambridge. Thanks for visiting my blog! Cheers!

  2. chemocurls September 4, 2012 / 7:24

    I love your blog, Karen! My 4-year-old granddaughter and I were singing that song yesterday! I like your daughter’s explanation better, too. Keep up the good work, and thanks for visiting my blog.

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