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"This is believed to be a version that I'd furthered a bit more," ... by Poet

Sing a song of gone-byes,
A pocket golden watch.
Four and twenty hours
Staked as top-notch.

When the time had entered,
The Cuckoo Clock did sing.
Wasn't that a dandyish,
As sunset be the king.

The king in his grandfather clock,
Tick tocking away.
The queen mooning the dark hour,
Waxes and wanes at bay.

The stars are in the heavens,
Hang amongst the clouds,
Then dawn came up and did astir,
Awaken sun aroused.

ORIGINAL

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.
Wasn't that a dainty (or dandy) 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.

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