Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Hide inside a pie - vegan/vegetarian/bird enthusiast friendly :)

When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Now wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the King?

The King was in his counting house
Counting out his money;
The Queen was in the parlour
Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.

At least, that's how I remeber this rhyme!
I cannot remember any verse with Jenny Wren bringing the maid's nose back, but will ask around for you!