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.
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 11:16 pm (UTC)Never heard that one before. Having suffered many a menstral cramp (and I'm not even twenty yet), I find it hard to believe that she could suffer through LABOR PAIN and then wake up and someone sucking her breasts.
I did hear two other more violent versions though.
There's the standard, where it's a noble dude who wakes her with a kiss... however there were dozens of men over a hundred years who were cut/bled/starved to death in the rose thorns, not being deemed worthy.
Then there's this version I read by some author, I think it was Anne Rice, where the knight/prince woke her up by raping her.
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Date: 2003-06-27 11:27 pm (UTC)