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 dish
To set before the king?
The king was in the counting-house
Counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey,
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes.
Along came a blackbird
And snipped off her nose.
Denna käcka dikt, skriven av en annan fågel (gåsmor), har givit Agatha Christe både titel och lite stolpar till innehållet i pusseldeckaren ”En ficka full med råg” (A pocket full of rye).
1 tanke kring ”A pocket full of rye – En ficka full med råg”