When in came the Cuckoo, And made a great rout; He caught hold of Jenny, And pulled her about. Cock Robin was angry, And so was the Sparrow, Who fetched in a hurry His bow and his arrow. His aim then he took, But he took it not right; His skill was not good, Or he shot in a fright; For the Cuckoo he missed, But Cock Robin he killed!-- And all the birds mourned That his blood was so spilled. [Illustration: _Alas! Poor Cock Robin!_] [Illustration] THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF POOR COCK ROBIN. WHO killed Cock Robin? I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin. This is the Sparrow, With his bow and arrow. [Illustration] Who saw him die? I, said the Fly, With my little eye, I saw him die. This is the little Fly Who saw Cock Robin die. [Illustration] Who caught his blood? I, said the Fish, With my little dish, I caught his blood. This is the Fish, That held the dish. [Illustration] Who'll make his shroud? I, said the Beetle, With my thread and needle, I'll make his shroud. This is the Beetle, With his thread and needle. [Illustration] Who'll dig his grave? I, said the Owl, With my spade and show'l, I'll dig his grave. This is the Owl, With his spade and show'l. [Illustration] Who'll be the Parson? I, said the Rook, With my little book, I'll be the Parson. This is the Rook, Reading his book. [Illustration] Who'll be the Clerk? I, said the Lark, If it's not in the dark, I'll be the Clerk. This is the Lark, Saying "Amen" like a clerk. [Illustration] Who'll carry him to the grave? I, said the Kite, If it's not in the night, I'll carry him to the grave. This is the Kite, About to take flight. [Illustration] Who'll carry the link? I, said the Linnet, I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link. This is the Linnet, And a link with fire in it. [Illustration] Who'll be chief mourner? I, said the Dove, For I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner. This is the Dove, Who Cock Robin did love. [Illustration] Who'll sing a psalm? I, said the Thrush, As she sat in a bush, I'll sing a psalm. This is the Thrush, Singing psalms from a bush. [Illustration] Who'll toll the bell? I, said the Bull, Because I can pull; So, Cock Robin, farewell! This is the Bull Who the bell-rope did pull. [Illustration: Poor Cock Robin] All the birds of the air Fell a-sighing and sobbing, When they heard the bell toll For Poor Cock Robin. [Illustration] FREDDIE AND THE CHERRY-TREE. [Illustration]