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All the Birds of the Air

Fell a-sighin’ and a-sobbin’

When they heard of the death

Of Poor Cock Robin.

‘Who’ll dig his Grave?’

‘I,’ said the Owl,

‘With my little Trowel;

I’ll dig his Grave.’

‘Who killed Cock Robin?’

‘I,’ said the Sparrow,

‘With my Bow and Arrow,

I killed Cock Robin!’