Little Blackbird

Let me sing you a song of sixpence
With a pocket full of rye

One of the four and twenty blackbirds
Waiting to be baked in a pie.

Now one of these little blackbirds,
She knew not how to sing

And was told she was no longer deemed worthy
To be set before the king.

So that little blackbird
She flew right away
Upon getting the chance to live another day.

She flew away,
Over land and lake,
Through wind,
Past churning seas

And one day she flew to my window
and came to visit me.

We became great friends
That little blackbird and I

And when time came for her to leave
I surely wanted to cry

'Go ahead little blackbird"
I said, the day she flew away
"Spread your wings and be free,
And when you learn to sing,
Sing a song for you and me."