The Queen of Hearts, and Sing a Song for Sixpence

The Queen of Hearts, She made some Tarts,
All on a Summer's Day:
The Knave of Hearts, He stole those Tarts,
And took them right away.
The King of Hearts, Called for those Tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore:
The Knave of Hearts, Brought back those Tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.
Sing a Song for Sixpence,
A Pocketful
of Rye;
Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds