Sing a song, a brand new song:
“Sing a song of six-pence,
A pock-et full of rye.”
John and Jim-my both picked some,
So they could have a pie.
And when they’d filled their pock-ets full,
They found some cun-ning lit-tle birds,
To put in-to the pie.
Six pret-ty lit-tle hid-den nests,