Four and Twenty Blackbirds

Sing a Song of Sixpence,
A bag full of Rye,
Four and twenty
Naughty boys (blackbirds),
Bak'd in a Pye.

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 parlor,
Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
There came a little blackbird,
And snapped off her nose.

All about "Sing a Song of Sixpence" from The Straight Dope.