My childhood just came rushing back to me:
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful of rye, four and 20 blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing "Now wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a king?" The king was in his 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 when down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose.
I thought the king lost his head in that one but apparently not