Oh, no, Mrs. Bird! but she likes to drink milk out of these pretty cups."

"My little Ruth likes the cups, too. It was my

You see I have a new tea-set.

Christmas present. I have a tea-party almost every day."

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;

Was not 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 up came a blackbird,
And snapt off her nose.