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—
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
I'm surprised King Charles III didn't have a blackbird pie after his Coronation. This blackbird was singing his head off on my neighbour’s roof, I just love listening to him singing.
