The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
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"With my little bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin." Who saw him die? "I," said the fly, "With my little eye, I saw him die." 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 carry the torch? "I," said the linnet, "I'll come in a minute, I'll carry the torch." Who'll be the clerk? "I," said the lark, "If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk." Who'll dig his grave? "I," said the owl, |
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