Who'll dig his grave?
"I," said the owl,
"With my spade and shovel,
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 chief mourner?
"I," said the dove,
"I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner."
Who'll sing his dirge?
"I," said the thrush,
"As I sing in a bush,
I'll sing his dirge."
Who'll carry his coffin?
"I," said the kite,
"If it be in the night,
I'll carry his coffin."