Death & Burial of Cock Robin
Who kill’d Cock Robin?
I said the sparrow,
With my bow and arrow.
I kill’d Cock Robin.
Who caught his blood?
I, said the fish,
With my little dish—
I caught his blood.
This is the fish
That held the dish.
Who saw him die?
I, said the fly
With my little eye—
I saw him die.
This is the fly
That saw him die.
Who made his shroud?
I, said the beetle,
With my little needle—
I made his shroud.
This is the beetle,
With his little needle.
Who’ll be the Parson?
I, said the rook,
With my little book—
I will be the Parson.
Here is Parson Rook,
Reading his book.
Who’ll carry the coffin?
I, said the Kite,
If it’s not in the night—
I’ll carry the coffin.
Behold the Kite,
How he takes his flight.
Who’ll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
If its not in the dark—
I will be the clerk.
Behold how the Lark,
Says Amen like a clerk.
Who will carry the link?
I, said the linnet:
I’ll fetch it in a minute—
I will carry the link.
The Linnet with a light,
Altho’ it is not night.