Who'll make his shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
With my little needle,
I'll make his shroud.
Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
With my spade and showl,
I'll dig his grave.
Who'll be the parson?
I, said the Rook,
With my little book,
I'll be the parson.
Who'll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
If it's not in the dark,
I'll be the clerk.
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.