Blackbirds (McKeown Erin)

Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the Milhaus floor Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the Milhaus floor Watching a pair of blackbirds, a pair of blackbirds more Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the Milhaus floor Said one blackbird to the other, "You must be my queen," Said one blackbird to the other, "You must be my queen," And the other replied in turn, "Well, sure enough you my king," Four and twenty blackbirds and two began to sing The queen she asked that question, "What makes the Milhaus rare?" The king replied in turn, "Well, tonight it's you so fair," Four and twenty blackbirds too baked themselves to care, Fly away you dainty dish, two blackbirds flew upstairs When that sun had risen and the rhyming it was through When that sun had risen and the rhyming it was through Four and twenty blackbirds had rhymed that nursery tune Fly away two blackbirds with nothing left to prove You count that blackbird lucky who first to fly away Bitter the taste left behind and the lonesome heart astray But pity not that blackbird, the blackbird who must stay For having tasted blackbird pie, baked and on display Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the Milhaus floor Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the Milhaus floor Watching a pair of blackbirds, a pair of blackbirds more