Cock Robin


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

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
 
Who saw him die?
I, said the fly,
With my little eye,
I saw him die

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.

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

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.

Who'll make his shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
With my thread and needle,
I'll make his shroud.

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.

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
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.

Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the owl,
With my little trowel,
I'll dig his grave

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.

Who'll be the parson?
I, said the rook,
With my bell and book,
I'll be the parson

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.

Who'll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
I'll say Amen in the dark;
I'll be the clerk.

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.

Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the dove,
I'll mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
 
Who'll bear the torch?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll come in a minute,
I'll bear the torch.

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
      
Who'll sing his dirge?
I, said the thrush,
As I sing in the bush
I'll sing his dirge.

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
      
Who'll bear the pall?
We, said the Wren,
Both the cock and the hen;
We'll bear the pall.

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.

Who'll carry his coffin?
I, said the Kite,
If it be in the night,
I'll carry his coffin.

All the birds of the air fell
A sighing and a sobbing
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.
When they heard of
The death of poor Cock Robin.

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