"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!"

Sometimes a twenty-four black bird pie is too much for one tummy.

The black bird stands just under 2" and I forgot the measure the pie. I'll do it later ... when I'm not at work.

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