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 a 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 up came a blackbird,
And snapt off her nose.
Look over your toys. Choose two you would like to see together in a picture.
What would you like with a doll? Why not a drum? Why not a flat-iron and a whip?