Today, we’re going to have fun with a special rhyme. It’s like a little story with music! Are you ready? Let’s go!
Once upon a time, there was a song about sixpence. Do you know what sixpence is? It’s a type of old money, like coins! Imagine having a pocket full of these coins. That’s a lot of jingling!
In this story, there were twenty-four blackbirds. That’s a lot of birds! They were all baked in a pie. But guess what? When the pie was opened, the birds started to sing! Isn’t that a funny surprise?
There was a King who was busy counting his money in his counting house. He had lots of coins to count! Meanwhile, the Queen was in a cozy room called the parlor. She was enjoying some yummy bread with honey. Mmm, sweet and tasty!
Outside in the garden, a maid was hanging clothes to dry. Suddenly, a blackbird flew by and surprised her! Can you imagine a bird flying by and making you jump? It’s like a little game of peek-a-boo!
Now, let’s sing the song again! Remember the pocket full of coins, the singing birds in the pie, the busy King, the snacking Queen, and the surprised maid. It’s a fun story to sing and imagine!
Did you know that blackbirds are real birds? They love to sing beautiful songs. And honey is made by bees. It’s sweet and delicious, just like in the story!
I hope you enjoyed our little rhyme adventure. Singing and imagining stories can be so much fun!
Here’s a sanitized version of the transcript:
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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.
Now wasn’t that a dainty dish
To set before the 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.
There came along a blackbird
And startled her, I suppose.
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.
Now wasn’t that a dainty dish
To set before the 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.
There came along a blackbird
And startled her, I suppose.
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This version maintains the essence of the original while removing any potentially sensitive content.
