Who Killed 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,
In 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 dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
With my pick and shovel,
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 little 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,
If it's not 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 carry the link?*
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
I'll carry the link.
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 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 carry the coffin?
I, said the Kite,
If it's not through the night,
I'll carry the 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.
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 sing the psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
As she sat on a bush,
I'll sing the psalm.
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,
So Cock Robin, farewell.
All the birds of the air
Fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll
For Poor Cock Robin;
When they heard the bell toll
For Poor Cock Robin.
Traditional Nursery Rhyme
(* Link = a torch of pitch or tow used to light people along the street.)
Robin Redbreast
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