The birds were wet today
Danced in the tattoo mind
Evenly paced, song in the air
Flirted in the spray where
The House of Finch
Braved the assault of
The Brewer’s Black Bird Pie

The blackbirds chased their crow
They ran him into the sky
Each were taught a lesson.
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,
Oh 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 parlour eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!


Thank you Wikipedia.