[Intro]
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of cheer,
Four-and-twenty black birds singing loud and clear!
When the pie was opened, what a joyful sound,
Music filled the kingdom, laughter all around!
[Verse 1]
The king was in his counting house, counting gold so bright,
Coins that shimmered softly in the morning light.
He wasn’t grumpy, greedy, or hiding from the day —
He smiled and hummed a tune as he stacked them all away!
The queen sat by her window, with a honey pie so sweet,
The smell of sugar filled the air — oh, what a tasty treat!
She sipped her tea and giggled, her crown a little bent,
Singing to the black birds as their joyful chorus went!
[Hook]
Oh, sing a song of sixpence, clap your hands in time,
Dance around the castle as the bells begin to chime!
Every little melody can chase the clouds away,
So sing a song of laughter and brighten up your day!
[Verse 2]
The maid was in the garden, hanging clothes to dry,
A bright blue cloth was billowing beneath the sunny sky.
The black birds flew in circles, a choir in the breeze,
Their songs were like a promise carried through the trees.
The children heard the singing, they came out one by one,
Skipping, jumping, laughing — joining in the fun!
They twirled around the garden, spinning in the sun,
Until the castle courtyard rang with joy from everyone!
[Bridge]
The king looked from his window, his gold forgotten there,
He saw the maid and children dancing without care.
The queen put down her teacup, her laughter filled the hall,
“Let’s join them in the garden — come one, come all!”
The trumpets started playing, the guards began to smile,
The black birds sang their loudest, heard for miles and miles!
A pie of song and happiness, baked in hearts so kind,
Reminding every listener of joy they’re sure to find.
[Hook 2]
Oh, sing a song of sixpence, share it far and wide,
Let the rhythm lift you, let the music be your guide.
From castles to the meadows, from rivers to the sea,
Music brings us closer — one big family!
[Verse 3]
Now when you hear the black birds or see the morning light,
Remember how the kingdom learned that joy makes wrong things right.
A song can be a treasure, more than silver, more than gold,
It warms the heart forever, it never can grow old.
So take this happy story and sing it once again,
Let it echo through your laughter, through sunshine and through rain!
The king still hums that melody, the queen still claps along,
And everyone who hears it learns the power of a song.
[Outro]
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of glee,
Fill the world with music, let it set you free!
When the pie was opened, oh, what did they find?
A world of joy and kindness for all of humankind!
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