rhyme

Jun. 27th, 2003 04:32 pm
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I went all morning trying to remember this. The third line was all I knew.


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 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.



Hm... I bet that's an English nursery rhyme. It sounds more English than American.

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Date: 2003-06-27 10:46 pm (UTC)
ext_10182: Anzo-Berrega Desert (Default)
From: [identity profile] rashaka.livejournal.com
That's wonderful, thank you.

So people actually made pies with birds in them? That's a neat party trick.

Date: 2003-06-27 11:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] octopedingenue
No kidding. I did a minor school project on cooking in the Middle Ages once, and recipes like this one made me not want to eat Ever Agaaaain. (That poor poor goose...!)

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