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SONGS FOR THE NURSERY.
Who'll make his shroud ?
" I," said the Beetle,
" With my thread and needle, And I'll make his shroud!"
Who'll dig his grave ?
" I," said the Owl,
" With my spade and shovel, And I'll dig his grave!"
Who'll be the parson ? " I," said the Rook, " With my little book,
And I'll be the parson!"
Who'll be the clerk ?
" I," said the Lark;
" If it's not in the dark, And I'll be the clerk!"
Who'll carry him to the grave ?
" I," said the Kite ;
" If it's not in the night, I'll carry him to the grave V
Who'll carry the link ? " I," said the Linnet, " I'll fetch it in a minute,
And I'll carry the link!"
Who'll be chief mourner ? " I," said the Dove,
" For I mourn for my love* And I'll be chief mourner!"
Who'll sing a psalm ?
" I," said the Thrush ;
" If it's not in the bush, And I'll siug a psalm!"
Who'll toll the bell ?
"I," said the Bull,
" Because I can pull, And I'll toll the bell!"
Aud all the birds fell To sighing and sobbing,
When they heard tell
Of the death of Cock Robin!
OLD MOTHER HUBBARD.
Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone; But when she came there, The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker's, To buy him some bread;
And when she came back, The poor dog was dead.