Who caught his blood?
"I," said the fish,
"With my little dish,
I caught his blood."
Who'll make his shroud?
"I," said the beetle,
"With my thread and needle,
I'll make his shroud."
Who'll bear the torch?
"I," said the linnet,
"Will come in a minute,
I'll bear the torch."
Who'll be the clerk?
"I," said the lark,
"I'll say Amen in the dark,
I'll be the clerk."
