COCK ROBIN.
Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
With my bow and arrow.
I killed Cock Robin.
I, said the Sparrow,
With my bow and arrow.
I killed Cock Robin.
THE SPARROW, COCK ROBIN, AND THE FISH.
THE LINNET, THE DOVE, AND COCK ROBIN.Who saw him die?
I, said the Fly,
With my little eye.
I saw him die.
Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
With my little dish.
I caught his blood.
Who'll carry him to the grave?
I, said the Kite,
If it's not in the night.
I'll carry him to the grave.
Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute.
I'll carry the link.
I, said the Fly,
With my little eye.
I saw him die.
Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
With my little dish.
I caught his blood.
Who'll carry him to the grave?
I, said the Kite,
If it's not in the night.
I'll carry him to the grave.
Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute.
I'll carry the link.
THE KITE AND COCK ROBIN.
THE OWL, THE BEETLE, AND COCK ROBIN.Who'll make his shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
With my thread and needle.
I'll make his shroud.
Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
With my spade and shovel.
I'll dig his grave.
Who'll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull,
Because I can pull.
I'll pull the bell.
I, said the Beetle,
With my thread and needle.
I'll make his shroud.
Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
With my spade and shovel.
I'll dig his grave.
Who'll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull,
Because I can pull.
I'll pull the bell.
THE BULL TOLLING THE BELL
THE ROOK AND THE LARKWho'll be the Parson?
I, said the Rook,
With my little book.
I'll be the Parson.
Who'll be the Clerk?
I, said the Lark,
If it's not in the dark.
I'll be the Clerk.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
For I mourn for my love.
I'll be chief mourner.
Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
As she sat in a bush.
I'll sing a psalm.
I, said the Rook,
With my little book.
I'll be the Parson.
Who'll be the Clerk?
I, said the Lark,
If it's not in the dark.
I'll be the Clerk.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
For I mourn for my love.
I'll be chief mourner.
Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
As she sat in a bush.
I'll sing a psalm.
THE THRUSH.
SIGHING AND SOBBING FOR POOR COCK ROBIN.All the birds of the air
Fell a-sighing and sobbing
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.
Fell a-sighing and sobbing
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.
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