Here it is!
"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?"
Originally I had the birds flying out of a boy's mouth. It was a pretty entertaining sketch. As I looked at it, however, I kept asking, "Well, how'd they get in there?" So I decided to change it to to the nursery rhyme and added the naughty chef and jester laughing in the background.
If it isn't obvious, the birds are free from the confines of the bird- or worse, the king's stomach! They're flying free...incidentally, the original nursery rhyme (like most) is actually a social commentary.
I noticed A LOT of entries this week had to do with birds or flying. (The idea I first came up for this week had a boy flying through the sky with a flock of birds.) Isn't it interesting that so many of us equate flying with freedom?
(p.s.-What do you guys think of my blog's new look/name?)