Dora wrote:

> Here's an English nursery rhyme I remember from my childhood. Never
> could get past the idea of eating those birds:
>
> 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!

Someone should write a book with a theme around that rhyme!
A mystery.

nancy