She went to the joiner's To buy him a coffin, But when she came back The poor dog was laughing. She took a clean dish To get him some tripe, She went to the fishmonger's For white wine and red, The dog stood on his head. She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat, She went to the barber's He was dancing a jig. She went to the fruiterer's She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat, He was riding a goat. She went to the cobbler's To buy him some shoes, But when she came back He was reading the news. The Death and Burial of Cock Robin 53 She went to the seamstress She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose, But when she came back He was dressed in his clothes. The dame made a curtesy, This wonderful dog Was Dame Hubbard's delight; She gave him rich dainties And built him a monument When he was dead. THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN WHO killed Cock Robin? "I," said the Sparrow, "With my 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 little dish, Who'll make his shroud? "I," said the Beetle, "With my thread and needle, I'll make his shroud." Who'll dig his grave? "I," said the Owl, "With my spade and trowel, 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 the clerk? "I," said the Lark, "I'll say Amen in the dark; I'll be the clerk." Who'll be chief mourner? "I," said the Dove, "I mourn for my love; I'll be chief mourner." Who'll bear the torch? I'll bear the torch." Who'll sing his dirge? "I," said the thrush, "As I sing in the bush I'll sing his dirge." Who'll bear the pall? "We," said the Wren, Both the Cock and the Hen; "We'll bear the pall." Who'll carry his coffin? "I," said the Kite, "If it be in the night, I'll carry his coffin.” Baby-land Who'll toll the bell? "I," said the Bull, "Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell." All the birds of the air Fell to sighing and sobbing BABY-LAND "WHICH is the way to Baby-land?” "Any one can tell; Up one flight, To your right; Please to ring the bell." "What can you see in Baby-land?" "Little folks in white Downy heads, Cradle-beds, Faces pure and bright!" "What do they do in Baby-land?" "Dream and wake and play, Laugh and crow, Shout and grow; Jolly times have they!" "What do they say in Baby-land?" "Why, the oddest things; Might as well Try to tell What a birdie sings!" "Who is the Queen of Baby-land?" "Mother, kind and sweet; And her love, Born above, Guides the little feet." George Cooper [1840 55 THERE once was a wood, and a very thick wood, I went to this wood, at the end of the snows, Only one! Shall I show you the place where it grows? There once was a house, and a very dark house, Or a tree in my wood, at the thick of the boughs. I went to this house, and I searched it aright, There once was a cave, and this very dark cave I took a lit torch, I walked round the ness O there was a baby, he sat on my knee, I said to my heart, "And my jewel is bright! He blooms like a primrose! He shines like a light!" BABY'S BREAKFAST BABY wants his breakfast, Nice fresh milk-moo-oo!" |