
Sing a song of fivepence,
A pocket full of rye.
A bunch of tiny blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
(Wolves can’t count past five)
Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.
Sing a song of fivepence,
A pocket full of rye.
A bunch of tiny blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
(Wolves can’t count past five)