- DEATH OF POOR COCK ROBIN

Who'll dig his grave?

a said the Owls
With my spade and shovel;
_ Til dig his grave.

Who'll make his shroud ?

I, said the Beetle,
With my thread and needle;
Jill make his shroud. ~

Who'll be chief mourner ?
I, said the Dove,

For I mourn for my love;
I'll be chief mourner.