The Death of Poor Cock Robin

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THE DEATH
OF
Poor
COCK ROBIN.

 

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Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.

Who saw him die?
I did, said the Fly,
With my little eye,
I saw him die.

Who caught his blood?
I did, said the Fish,
In my little dish,
I caught his blood.

Who'll dig his grave?
I will, said the Owl,
With my spade and shovel,
I'll dig his grave.

Who'll make his shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
Can bring thread and needle,
So I'll make his shroud.

Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
For I mourn for my love,
So I'll be chief mourner.

Who'll carry him to the grave?
I will, said the Kite,
I can come out at night,
So I'll carry him to the grave.

Who'll bear the torch?
I, said the Linnet,
Can fetch it in a minute,
So I'll bear the torch.

Who'll bear the pall,
We says the Wren,
Both the Cock and the Hen,
And we'll bear the pall.

Who will be Parson?
I will, said the Rook,
I have a book,
So I will be Parson.

Who will be Clerk?
I will, said the Lark,
I can sing in the dark,
So I will be Clerk.

Who'll come and sing?
I, said the Thrush,
If others will hush,
I'll come and sing.

Who'll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull,
Because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell.

All the birds of the air fell to sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.