: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 the 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 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 be the clerk?
:I, said the Lark,
:if it's not in the dark,
:I'll be the clerk.
:Who'll carry the link?
:I, said the Linnet,
:I'll fetch it in a minute,
:I'll carry the link.
:Who'll be chief mourner?
:I, said the Dove,
:I mourn for my love,
:I'll be chief mourner.
:Who'll carry the coffin?
:I, said the Kite,
:if it's not through the night,
:I'll carry the coffin.
: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.
:Who'll toll the bell?
:I said the Bull,
:because I can pull,
:I'll toll the bell.
:All the birds of the air
:fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
:when they heard the bell toll
:for poor Cock Robin.