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<h2>COCK ROBIN.</h2> <div class="cpoem"> Who killed Cock Robin? I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow. I killed Cock Robin. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-056.jpg" width-obs="433" height-obs="650" alt="THE SPARROW, COCK ROBIN, AND THE FISH." title="" /> THE SPARROW, COCK ROBIN, AND THE FISH.</div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-057.jpg" width-obs="431" height-obs="650" alt="THE LINNET, THE DOVE, AND COCK ROBIN." title="" /> THE LINNET, THE DOVE, AND COCK ROBIN.</div> <div class="cpoem"> 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 carry him to the grave? I, said the Kite, If it's not in the night. I'll carry him to the grave. Who'll carry the link? I, said the Linnet, I'll fetch it in a minute. I'll carry the link. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-060.jpg" width-obs="437" height-obs="650" alt="THE KITE AND COCK ROBIN." title="" /> THE KITE AND COCK ROBIN.</div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-061.jpg" width-obs="438" height-obs="650" alt="THE OWL, THE BEETLE, AND COCK ROBIN." title="" /> THE OWL, THE BEETLE, AND COCK ROBIN.</div> <div class="cpoem"> 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 shovel. I'll dig his grave. Who'll toll the bell? I, said the Bull, Because I can pull. I'll pull the bell. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-064.jpg" width-obs="438" height-obs="650" alt="THE BULL TOLLING THE BELL" title="" /> THE BULL TOLLING THE BELL</div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-065.jpg" width-obs="426" height-obs="650" alt="THE ROOK AND THE LARK" title="" /> THE ROOK AND THE LARK</div> <div class="cpoem"> 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 be chief mourner? I, said the Dove, For I mourn for my love. I'll be chief mourner. Who'll sing a psalm? I, said the Thrush, As she sat in a bush. I'll sing a psalm. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-068.jpg" width-obs="438" height-obs="650" alt="THE THRUSH." title="" /> THE THRUSH.</div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-069.jpg" width-obs="430" height-obs="650" alt="SIGHING AND SOBBING FOR POOR COCK ROBIN." title="" /> SIGHING AND SOBBING FOR POOR COCK ROBIN.</div> <div class="cpoem"> All the birds of the air Fell a-sighing and sobbing When they heard the bell toll For poor Cock Robin. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-214.jpg" width-obs="200" height-obs="79" alt="" title="decoration" /></div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-007.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="49" alt="" title="decoration" /></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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