308 NURSERY RHYMES.

 

Who saw him die?
I, said the fly,
With my little eye.

Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
With my little dish.

Who’ll make his shroud? Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Beetle, I, said the Owl,
With my thread and needle. With my spade and shovel.

Who'll carry him to the grave? Who’ll carry the link?
I, said the Kite, I, said the Linnet,—
If it’s not in the night. I’]l fetch it in a minute.

Who’ll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
For I mourn. for my love.

Who’ll sing a psalm ?
I, said the Thrush,
As he sat in a bush.

Who’ll be the Parson?
I, said the Rook,
With my little book.

Who’ll be the clerk ?
I, said the Lark,
If it’s not in the dark,