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Death and Burial of Poor Cock Robin

I, said the Sparrow

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

I, said the Fly

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

I, said the Fish

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

I, said the Beetle

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

I, said the Owl

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

We, said the Wren

Who'll bear the pall?	Both the Cock and the Hen,
We, said the Wren,	We'll bear the pall.

I, said the Kite

Who'll carry him to the grave?	If it's not in the night,
I, said the Kite,	I'll carry him to the grave.

I, said the Rook

Who'll be the Parson?	With my little book,
I, said the Rook,	I'll be the Parson.

I, said the Thrush

Who'll sing a Psalm?	As he sat in the bush,
I, said the Thrush,	I'll sing a Psalm?

I, said the Lark

Who'll be the Clerk?	If it's not in the dark,
I, said the Lark,	I'll be the Clerk.

I, said the Dove

Who'll be chief mourner?	Because I mourned for my love,
I, said the Dove,	I'll be chief mourner.

I, said the Linnet

Who'll carry the link?	I'll fetch it in a minute,
I, said the Linnet,	I'll carry the link.

I, said the Bull

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

All the birds in the air

All the birds in the air	When they heard the bell
Fell to sighing and sobbing	For poor Cock Robin.

The cruel Cock Sparrow

While the cruel Cock Sparrow,	Was hung on a gibbet
The cause of their grief,	Next day, like a thief.

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