The Death and Burial of Cock Robin

LONDON: WILLIAM DARTON AND SON, HOLBORN HILL.
Here lies Cock Robin, Dead and cold; This book his end Will soon unfold.
Who kill'd Cock Robin? I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow, And I kill'd Cock Robin.
This is the Sparrow, With his bow and arrow.
Who saw him die? I, said the fly, With my little eye, And I saw him die.
This is the Fly, With his little eye.
Who caught his blood? I, said the Fish, With my little dish, And I caught his blood.
This is the Fish, That held the dish.
Who'll make his shroud? I, said the Beetle, With my thread and needle, And I'll make his shroud.
This is the Beetle, With his thread and needle.
Who'll dig his grave? I, said the Owl, With my spade and showl, And I'll dig his grave.
This is the Owl so brave, That dug Cock Robin's grave.