Who killed Cock Robin?
I,said the Sparrow
With my bow and arrow
I killed Cock Robin
Who saw him die?
I,said the Fly
With my little eye
I saw him die
Who'll make his shroud?
I,said the Beetle
With my thread and needle
I'll make the shroud
Who'll dig his grave?
I,said the Owl
With my pick and shovel
I'll dig his grave
Who'll be the chief mourner?
I,said the Dove
I'll mourn for my love
I'll be the chief mourner
Who'll bear the pall?
We,said the Wren
Both the cock and the hen
We'll bear the pall
Who'll sing a psalm?
I,said the Thrush
As she sat on a bush
I'll sing a psalm
All the birds of the air
Fell a-sighing and a-sobbing
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin