Who saw him die
I, ” said the Fly, With my lit tl e e ye ,
An d I saw him die .
”
Who caught hi s bl ood
I, ” said the Fish, With my littl e dish,
And I ca ught hi s blood .
Who m ade his s hr oud
I, ” said the Beadl e, With my littl e needl e ,
And I made his shro u
Who shall dig his grave
“
I, ” said the Owl ,
With my spa de an d sho wl [sho ve l ] ,
And I ’ ll dig hi s gra ve .
Who ’ 11 be the pars on
”
I, ” said the Bo o k, With my litt le book,
And I ’ ll be the par son.
Who ’ 11 be the cl erk
”
I, ” said the Lark, If i t ’ s not i n the dark,
And I ’ ll be the clerk.
Who ’ 11 car ry him to the grave
I, ” said the Kite, If ’ t is not i n the night,
And I ’ ll carr y him to his grave .
Who ’ 11 car r y the li n k
I, ” said the Linnet, I ’ ll fetch i t in a minute,
And I ’ ll car ry the l ink .
”
Who ’ 11 be the chief mour ner ?
I, ” said the Dove, I mour n f o r my l ove, And I ’ ll be chief mour ner .
Who ’11 bea r the pall
We, ” said the Wr en , Both the c ock an d the he n , And we ’ 11 bear the pall .
Who ’11 sing a psalm ?
”
I, said the Thr ush, As she sat i n a bush, And I ’ ll sing a psal m .
”
And who ’ 11 to ll the bell
I, ” said the Bu ll , Becau s e I can pull ;
And so , Cock Robin, farewell .
Thou shalt have a little bed
Ma de fo r thee, an d over spr ea d
With br ow n l ea ves fo r coverl et,
Which the tea rful dew has wet .
I, among the songs of Spring, Will miss the song thou didst not
PLAY WITH ME
The ki t ten came this mor ning, an d said, With a to u ch of he r paw a n d a tur n of he r he a d, Pl ay, pl ay with m e !
And Skye, the te r rier , caught my hand,
An d tried to make m e under stand, Play, pl ay with m e
And Nell y nipped my shoul der quite har d, And then she went pr a ncing ar ound the yar d
Pl ay, pl ay with me
Iplayed with them all ! Now, woul d n ’ t yo u pl ay,
If a li t tl e chi ld, like m e , s hould say,
Play, play with me