Sing a Song of Nonsense

Sing a song of nonsense
A pocket full of pie
Four and thirty blackbirds
Baked into the rye

When the birds were opened
The pie began to sing
Was there ever such a kingly dish
To see such a thing?

The money was in the counting-house
The king was a bunny
The queen was where her husband was
Where it was green and sunny

The maid was with the warden
Glaring at a rose
Along came a pie-dish
And snipped off their toes.