Death and Burial of Poor Cock Robin

My mother read this to me when I was a little girl and I used to sob my wee heart out.

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

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

All the birds of the air
fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
when they heard the bell toll
for poor Cock Robin.

50 Watts via The Daily Undertaker