
“Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie… ” This comes to mind, this old nursery rhyme that my parents used to read and say to my little sister and me when we were small sprouts. This was my favorite rhyme growing up because Dad would chime in with Mother at times, talk and sing silly about it in his way of sounding while he hammered and did construction work on the house, just to clown for us while she read it from a book!
Can you imagine birds flying out of a baked pie?!

















Enjoy every moment of a rose-colored season. [Pink for Breast Cancer Awareness.]
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