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.
Who'll be the Parson?
I, said the Rook,
With my little book,
And I'll be the Parson.
Here's Parson Rook,
Reading his book.
