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 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 will be the chief mourner? “I,” said the Swan, “I’m sorry he’s gone, I’ll be the chief mourner.”

Who’ll bear his pall? “We,” said the Wren, both the Cock and the Hen. “We’ll bear his pall.”

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 of the death of poor Cock Robin.