Who k**ed co*k robin? I, said the sparrow, with my bow and arrow, I k**ed co*k 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 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? I, said the wren Both the co*k 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 co*k robin.