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 caught his blood?" "I," said the fish, "With my little dish, I caught his blood." "Who'll make his shroud? " "I," said the beetle, "With my thread and needle, I'll make his shroud." "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, "I'll mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner." "Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the owl, "With my little trowel, I'll dig his grave." "Who'll be the parson?" "I," said the rook, "With my little book, I'll be the Parson." "Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the Bull, "Because I can pull, I'll pull the bell." All the birds in the air Fell a-sighing and a-sobbing, When they heard the bell toll For poor Cock Robin.

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