Front Cover
 Who killed Cock Robin?
 Who Kidnapped Cock Robin?
 Robin accused
 The sick Robin Redbreast
 Cock Robin and Jenny Wren
 Robin's friend
 Found in the snow
 Death of Cock Robin
 Back Cover

Group Title: Dean's artistic series ;, 12
Title: Who killed Cock Robin?
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00025027/00001
 Material Information
Title: Who killed Cock Robin?
Series Title: Dean's artistic series
Physical Description: 17 p. : ;
Language: English
Creator: Dean & Son ( Publisher )
Publisher: Dean & Son
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: [ca. 1880]
Subject: Birds -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1880
Bldn -- 1880
Genre: Children's poetry
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
General Note: Cover title.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00025027
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Special Collections, George A. Smathers Libraries
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 001754717
oclc - 26625302
notis - AJG7714
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover
    Who killed Cock Robin?
        Page 1
    Who Kidnapped Cock Robin?
        Page 2
    Robin accused
        Page 3
        Page 4
    The sick Robin Redbreast
        Page 5
    Cock Robin and Jenny Wren
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Robin's friend
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
    Found in the snow
        Page 15
    Death of Cock Robin
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Back Cover
        Back Cover
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Who killed Cock Robin ?
"I," said the Sparrow.
"With my bow and arrw, -
I killed Cock Robin." --
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Who saw him die ?
"I," said the fly;
With my little eye,
I saw him die."

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Who caught his blood ?
I," said the Fish;
With my little dish,
I caught his blood."
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HO kidnapped Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow;
In my wheelbarrow,
I kidnapped Cock Robin.
,Who saw them go?
I, said the Rook;
As I hid by the brook,
I saw them go.
Who saw him turned over?
I, said old Towzer;
'Twas only just now, sir,
I saw him tipped over.
Who picked him up?
I, little Snap;
When I saw the mishap,
At once picked him up.
Who went for the Doctor?
I, said the Cat;
I just popped on my hat,
And went for the Doctor.
Who put him to bed?
I, said the Dove;
In the cock-loft above,
I put him to bed.
Who gave him his medicine?
I, said the Thrush;
And I've no cause to blush,
For giving him medicine.
So Cock Robin got well;
That was dark, low, and narrow.
And the naughty old Sparrow
Had three months in a cell,

H come here, bold Robin Redbreast,
Say are these stories true-
These sad stories I've been hearing
About the things you do.
Do you drive away the sparrows,
'When on the ground I strew
Nice bread-crumbs for your breakfast,
Enough for them and you ?
Is it true they shun your presence,
And that they fear you so
Because you are so spiteful-
Say, Robin, is it so?
Do you take such airs upon you,
Because you are well dressed ?
Have you no kindlier feeling
Beneath that scarlet vest ?
Must the dowdy sparrow hunger
While you are plump and fat ?
Oh, Robin, you are blushing now
With shame to think of that!
Though you chirp and look so cheerful,
And though your eyes are keen and bright,
Though I like to see you hopping
Where the snow lies smooth and bright;
Yet you grieve me, Robin Redbreast,
For I fear these tales. are true;
And I sadly must confess it,
That I now think less of you.

Who'll make his shroud ?
I," said the Beetle:
"With my thread and needle,
I'll make his shroud."

She'll dig his grave ?
I ," said the Owl;
WV\ ith my garden shovel,
I'll dig his grave."


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LITTLE ROBIN once was sick,
But none could tell for why;
He lay upon his couch all day,
And nothing did but sigh.
pTwo famous doctors, Rook and Owl,
Were fetched without delay,
They felt his pulse,--they shook their heads,-
"He will not live a day."
A nurse was sent for, none would do,
He seemed not to recover;
The night drew on, with lengthened face,
Each said that all was over.
But soon a gentle tap was heard,
It came to Dicky's door;
"Ah, me!'" it cried, "pray let me in,
My heart is very sore."
The gentle accents Dicky heard,
His bosom gave a leap,
As to his couch-side, with a sigh,
Miss Jenny Wren did creep.
"For thee, it is, that I've been sick,
"Oh! may we never part;
For none but thee, I now declare,
Could win thy Robin's heart."
Poor Robin's eyes grew bright at this,-
He kindly pressed her hand;
I feel that I am almost well,
Dear Jenny,-understand.
"Dear Robin daily did improve;
Jenny, gentle as a dove,
Did nurse him with such tender care,
Which he paid with love.

ock llbin anb |fcnng Sdfa.
'T was a merry time,
When Jenny Wren was young,
When prettily she looked,
And sweetly, too, she sung,-
Cock Robin lost his heart:
SHe was a gallant bird;
He bowed to Jenny Wren,
And thus his suit preferred.
"My dearest Jenny Wren,
If you will now be mine,
You shall dine on cherry pie,
And drink nice currant wine."
Jenny blushed,-held up her fan,-
And thus declared her mind,-
"Then let it be to-morrow, Bob:
I take your offer kind."
At break of day, next morning,
Robin bade the Cock declare
This was to be his wedding-day,
With Jenny Wren the fair.
The Cock then crowed aloud,
That all might be aware
It was Cock Robin's wedding-day,
And they might all be there.
At nine o'clock came Parson Rook,
With spectacles and band;
He brought with him his book,
And held it in his hand.
Then followed in the Lark,
His feathers trimmed so neat;
He came to act as Clerk,
His voice was clear and sweet.

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W lio'll Jie his hearer ?
I1," saiS tihe Kite:
e'll II. luriei' by ilialht,
I' "i '5 h earer.


\' ho'll he chlief nuurner?
I," said the Dove;
I 1110our111 ol nv love,
I'll be chief mourner."

Who'll sing his dirge ?
I," said the thrush,
As he sat in the bush,
S (I'll sing his dirge."

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Who'll carry the link
I said the Linnet:
I'll be there I i a mi.te

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SHE Sparrow, and Tom-tit,
And many more, were there;
All came to grace the wedding-day
Of Jenny Wren the fair.
Last came the Bride and Bridegroom,
Quite plainly she was drest;
Her pretty face with blushes was
As red as Robin's breast.
Says Rook, "You take her, Robin,
To be your wedded wife?"
"I do, (said Robin,) and I vow
To love her all through life."
And then Cock Robin, with a smile,
Gave Jenny Wren the ring:
"I wish you joy," then said the Rook.
"Amen!" the Lark did sing.
The Birds were asked to dine-
Not Jenny's friends alone,
But every pretty singing Bird,
That had Cock Robin known.
They had cherry pies and tarts,
And currant wine and cake;
Of which, and other niceties,
The guests did all partake.
Each guest then filled a bumper,
And, bowing to the pair,
Said, "Health to Robin Redbreast,
And Jenny Wren the Fair."
Most charming was the concert,
And every warbler tried
To sing the best, and try to please
Cock Robin and his bride.

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! I EAR little Robin with breast so red,
Where, 0 where can you be fed?
SWhen the snow so thickly covers the ground,
And no berries on bushes can now be found.
If you come to me in the morning, sweet,
~'I'll open my window, and you shall meet
A nice little breakfast of crumbs and meat;
For thanks, you shall sing me a song as a treat.
And you can bring with you your father and mother,
Also invite both your sister and brother,
And if you get up quite early enough,
You may ask all your friends, there'll be plenty of stuff.
And every day fly as far as you can,
And take the glad news of a promising plan,
Of a feast daily spread to avert hunger's doom,
With a right loving welcome, and plenty of room.

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A B C D E. F G '.tile Rkrto Red-breast sar upon ate?

,H I J K L M N mak minq love to liite JennipWren

0 P Q R S T U Dear little Jennie how I lveC you.

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X Y Z little Jenniie Wren she bluitd'quite red.

Who'll be the Parson ?
SI," said the Rook
With my little book,
I'll be the Parson."

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fn .n in i' fn Iko.
-. EAR me," cried Olive, what's this in the snow ?
A poor little robin, it's frozen I know;
A<^ I must take it indoors and rub it quite dry
"Z And then p'raps the darling will open its eye.
vv I hope it's not dead, but I very much fear
That that is the case, oh the poor little dear,
It is shivering now, I believe it's alive."
And then our small friend at her door did arrive.
"Mamma, look, a small bird I have found," Olive said,
"It was deep in the snow, and I thought it was dead,
And it's nearly alive now, but dreadfully cold;
I have got it quite safe in my handkerchief rolled."
Here's a piece of warm flannel," her mother replied,
Then the poor little robin was soon put inside.
He opened one eye, then opened his bill,
"Oh," cried Olive, "I'm sure he feels fearfully ill.
I will get him some bread soaked with milk nice and hot,
I think that the poor thing a cold must have got."

Robin swallowed some milk, then stood up quite straight,
Then flew to a shelf where he sat in great state;
Olive opened the window and out robin flew
Without even as much as saying "Adieu."
The next morning Miss Olive got up from her bed,
"I wonder how robin is faring," she said.
At that moment she heard a sweet thrilling song,
But I'm sorry to say that it did not last long;
And Olive was sure 'twas her robin who sang;
His voice rose so clearly and through the room rang,
And Olive said, Mother, I heard him quite plain
Say, 'Thank you! oh, thank you!' again and again,"

qratf dff QLck I bin.

OCK ROBIN had married his dear Jenny Wren,
And was building a nest for his family, when
He was shot by an arrow,--too sure was the blow,
A It pierced Robin's bossom, and soon laid him low.
An inquest was held, and then it came out,
Who shot poor Robin, while hopping about.
The evidence proved
'Twas an accident quite,
That the Sparrow shot Robin,-
But shot in a fright.
Who killed Cock Robin?
'Twas I said the Sparrow,
With my bow and arrow
I shot Cock Robin.
I was vexed when the Cuckoo
Insulted his bride;
Shot at him,-the arrow
Pierced Robin's side.
Here ended the evidence.-
"Now," said Coroner Crow,
"How Robin's death happened,
My friends, you all know.
Though we may regret it,
We find that the deed
Was quite accidental."
"Says the Jury, "Agreed."
Jenny Wren heard the verdict,
And said with much sorrow,
"I shall bury poor Robin,
The day after to-morrow."

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Who'll Ihe the Clerk ?
I, ," said the Lark
SAlthough in the dark,
I'll be the Clerk."


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W \hen they heard the bell toll
For poor' Cock Robin.

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