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<h2>SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE</h2>
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SING a <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'sing'">song</ins> of sixpence,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A pocketful of rye,</span><br/>
Four and twenty blackbirds<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baked in a pie.</span><br/>
<br/>
When the pie was opened<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The birds began to sing.</span><br/>
Wasn't that a dainty dish<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To set before the king?</span><br/></div>
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<p>Well, when little Puss, Junior, heard those
blackbirds singing he halted before the castle
and knocked on the gate.</p>
<p>"You must have a thousand canaries."</p>
<p>"Canaries nothing," replied the old retainer.
"The King's twenty-four blackbirds are singing."</p>
<p>But, goodness, gracious me! all of a sudden
something happened. And it was even worse
than when the raven cried, "Croak!" and the
farmer's mare fell down and broke her knee.
For just then, while</p>
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The maid was in the garden<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hanging out the clothes,</span><br/>
Down came a blackbird<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And snapped off her nose.</span><br/></div>
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<div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/gs13.png" width-obs="387" height-obs="500" alt="Pretty maid" title="" /></div>
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<p>Perhaps he was angry because he hadn't been
invited to sing for the King. I'm sure I don't
know, but, anyway, he was a mighty mean bird,
let me tell you.</p>
<p>"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried the poor maid,
and she sat down on a garden bench and began
to weep. Just then the four and twenty blackbirds
jumped out of the pie and flew into the garden
to look for that naughty bird. But they
couldn't find him. Oh, dear, no! He was far
away by that time, maybe at the North Pole of
Mother Goose Land, which they tell me is a
frosted stick of sugar candy.</p>
<p>"Oh, what shall I do?" sobbed the maid, still
holding her poor nose in her hands.</p>
<p>"You had better call in the doctor," suggested
Puss.</p>
<p>"He lives a good two miles from here," said the
old retainer, "and our telephone is out of order."</p>
<p>"I'll go fetch him," said Puss. "Dry your
eyes, pretty maid!" And, jumping on his Good
Gray Horse, he galloped away. And the four
and twenty blackbirds flew after him so that in
case the naughty blackbird came back to nip
little Puss, Junior's, nose they would be there to
protect him.</p>
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