Death and Burial of Poor Cock Robin

Illustrations by H. L. Stephens for Death and Burial of Poor Cock Robin, circa 1865




Thank you Martin Poynter for turning me on to this (so-called!) children's book, which can be seen at the Library of Congress. I imagine Max Ernst would have loved this book.


Links:
wikipedia entry for American illustrator Henry Louis Stephens (1821–86)
wikipedia entry for the nursery rhyme "Cock Robin"
—Stephens' book The Goblin Snob at Dreamers Rise
post at Yesterday's Papers featuring Stephens' illustrations for Vanity Fair (1859–63)








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 my little dish,
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 Owl,
with my pick and shovel,
I'll dig his grave.





Who'll bear the pall?
We, said the Wren,
both the cock and the hen,
We'll bear the pall.





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





Who'll be the parson?
I, said the Rook,
with my little book,
I'll be the parson.





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





Who'll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
if it's not 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 carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
I'll carry the link.





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.





While the cruel Cock Sparrow,
The cause of their grief,
Was hung on a gibbet
Next day, like a thief.





detail from back cover