A little cock sparrow sat on a tree,
Looking as happy as happy could be,
Till a boy came by with his bow and arrow,
Says he, I will shoot the little cock sparrow.
His body will make me a nice little stew,
And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.
Says the little cock sparrow, I'll be shot if I stay,
So he clapped his wings, and flew away.
The rose is red, the violet's blue;
The pink is sweet, and so are you.
"We'll go a-shooting," says Robin to Bobbin,
"We'll go a-shooting," says Richard to John;
"We'll go a-shooting," says John, all alone;
"We'll go a-shooting," says every one.