Death & Burial of C.R.
Who killed cock robin?I, said the sparrow, with my bow and arrow,I killed cock robinWho saw him die?I, said the fly, with my little eyeI saw him dieWho caught his blood?I, said the fish, with my little dishI caught his bloodWho'll make the shroud?I, said the beetle, with my thread and needleI'll make the shroudWho'll dig his grave?I, said the owl
Who'll be the parson?I, said the rook, with my little bookI'll be the parsonWho'll be the clerk?I, said the lark, if it's not in the darkI'll be the clerkWho'll carry the link?I, said the linnet, I'll fetch it in a minuteI'll carry the linkWho'll be chief mourner?I, said the dove, I mourn for my loveI'll be chief mournerWho'll carry the coffin?I, said the kiteIf it's not through the nightI'll carry the coffinWho'll bear the pall?I, said the wrenBoth the cock and the henWe'll bear the pallWho'll sing a psalm?I, said the thrushAs she sat on a bushI'll sing a psalmWho'll toll the bell?I said the bullBecause I can pullI'll toll the bell
All the birds of the airFell a-sighing and a-sobbing,When they heard the bell tollFor poor cock robin.