Blackbirds - Erin McKeown

Written by：Erin McKeown

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

One blackbird to the other you must be my queen

Said one blackbird to the other say say say you must be my queen

Well the other replied in turn well sure enough you my king

Four and twenty blackbirds and two began to sing

The queen she sang of Milhaus rising to the sky

The king he sang of riches baked in a honey pie

Stick your finger in and taste it on the sly

Sing a song of sixpence and a pocketful of rye

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 the rhyming it was through

When that sun had risen yeah yeah the rhyming it was through

Four and twenty blackbirds had rhymed that whole night through

Fly away two blackbirds with nothing left to prove

Now you count that blackbird lucky who first to fly away

Bitter that taste left behind and the lonesome heart astray

Pity not that blackbird the blackbird who must stay

For having tasted blackbird pie baked and on display

Four and twenty blackbirds

Four and twenty blackbirds perched o'er the Milhaus floor

Watching a pair

Watching a pair of blackbirds

Watching a pair of blackbirds

Pair of blackbirds more