Baked in a pie :

When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
The king was in the parlor,
Counting out his money,
The queen was in the kitchen
Eating bread and honey,

The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes,
There came a little

blackbird,

And nipped off her

nose.