(三)悲哀的杀意,黑の呗,遥远的蝉鸣声
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 wll make his shroud?
I,said the Bettle。
With my thread and needle,
I wll make the shroud。
Who wll dig his grave?
I,said the Ow。
With my pick and shovel,
I wll dig his grave。
Who wll be the parson?
I,said the Rook。
With my little book,
I wll be the parson。
Who wll be the clerk?
I,said the Lark。
If it is not in the dark,
I wll be the clerk。
Who wll carry the link?
I,said the Linnet。
I wll fetch it in a minute,
I wll carry the link。
Who wll be the chief mourner?
I,said the Dove。
I mourn for my love,
I wll be chief mourner。
Who wll carry the coffin?
I,said the Kite。
If it is not through the night,
I wll carry the coffin。
Who wll bear the pall?
We,said the Wren。
Both the cock and the hen,
We wll bear the pall。
Who wll sing a psalm?
I,said the Thrush。
As she sat on a bush,
I wll sing a psalm。
Who wll toll the bell?
I,said the Bull。
Because I can pull,
I wll 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。