I'm bringing sexyback!

Sing a song of six-pence, pocket full of rye.
Four-and-twenty black birds baked in a pie.
When the pie was open'd, the birds began to sing.
Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a king?
The king was in the 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.
There came a little dickie bird, and popped upon her nose : )