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Who Killed Cock Robin?   Leave a comment

American Robin — Image by kenne

Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.

Who saw him die?
I, said the Magpie,
with my little teeny eye,
I saw him die.

Who caught his blood?
I, said the Duck,
it was just my luck,
I caught his blood.

Who’ll make the shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
with my thread and needle,
I’ll make the shroud.

Who’ll dig his grave?
I, said the pheasant,
it wasn’t very pleasant,
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,
if it’s not in the dark,
I’ll be the clerk.

Who’ll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I’ll fetch it in a minute,
I’ll carry the link.

Who’ll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
I mourn for my love,
I’ll be chief mourner.

Who’ll carry the coffin?
I, said the Kite,
if it’s not through the night,
I’ll carry the coffin.

Who’ll bear the pall?
I, said the Crow,
with the cock and the bow,
I’ll bear the pall.

Who’ll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
as she sat on a bush,
I’ll sing a psalm.

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 a-sighing and a-sobbing,
when they heard the bell toll
for poor Cock Robin.

—  English Nursery Rhyme

American Robin   Leave a comment

American Robin On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

Though they’re familiar town and city birds, American Robins are at
home in wilder areas, too, including mountain forests.

Today We Walked The Trail, Listing, Looking.   Leave a comment

Aspen Loop July 2013An American Robin On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

Today we walked the trail,

listening,

looking,

we who come and go.

Look!

Where?

Over there!

Field glasses

to eyes,

a bird

free of strings

singing —

time to move on.

Now,

close your eyes

gather answers

the same as the

questions,

now forget the 

answers.

kenne

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