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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, with my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave. Who'll bear the pall? We, said the Wren, both the cock and the hen, We'll bear the pall. Who'll carry the coffin? I, said the Kite, if it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin. Who'll be the parson? I, said the Rook, with my little book, I'll be the parson. Who'll sing a psalm? I, said the Thrush, as she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm.
Who'll be the clerk? I, said the Lark, if it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk.
Who'll be chief mourner? I, said the Dove, I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner.
Who'll carry the link? I, said the Linnet, I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link.
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.
While the cruel Cock Sparrow, The cause of their grief, Was hung on a gibbet Next day, like a thief.
孔夫子舊書網(wǎng) kongfuzijiushuwang |
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