Title: Blackbird
With my birthday fast approaching (ahh! 35!), I am reminded of a gift I was given by my grandmother on my first birthday. She gave me a large book of Mother Goose nursery rhymes. It was a British edition and had crazy drawings and art, as well as some very confusing rhymes. I remember a few of them (as I am sure many of you do), but one that always stuck in my head (both due to the lyrics and the art) was a poem called: "Sing a song of sixpence"
It goes:
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 a dainty dish
To set before the 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 along came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.
Clearly Ms. Goose was totally nuts. Still, she lived in a shoe, so perhaps she just got high off the smell of the odor-eaters.
Enjoy!
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