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

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 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.