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 that not a tasty dish
to set before a 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 down came a blackbird
and snapped off her nose!
No, I didn't write this poem, but I wish I could take the credit for it. Back in the day (such as the early 1700's) it was a coded message used to recruit crew members for pirate ships, and any pirate who was a pirate knew and understood the rhymes. They were brilliant, them blackguards, brilliantly clever!
3 comments:
I resent the fact that you gave me absolutely no credit in the discovering and understanding of this poem! Before I showed it to you you didn't even know it existed, never mind understood it! Do you know what I call that? PLAGIARISM!!!!! Thats right. You have commited a crime punishable by the government of Canada!!!! Ughh. That is all. Hope you enjoyed.
Anonymous (but not really; "This blog does not allow anonymous comments" {note that I DIDN'T plagiarise. Eh? Eh?))
P.S. Like my username?
I agree with her.... doesn't she have a volumptuous name, would you not agree with me?
you guys are silly, and i know who both of you are. i think ; ) especially you bebe bonita.
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