Who saw him die? The fly said, it's me. With my little eyes, I saw him die.
Who took his blood? It's me, said the fish. I took his blood with my little plate.
Who made the shroud for him? It's me, said the beetle. With my needle and thread, I can make a shroud.
Who will dig the grave? It's me, said the owl. I'll dig the grave with my chisel and shovel.
Who will become a priest? The crow said, it's me. With my notebook, I will become a priest.
Who will be the deacon? The lark said, it's me. As long as it's not night, I will be a deacon.
Who will get the torch? The cardinal said, it's me I'll bring it right away. I'll take the torch.
Who will become a priest? It's me, said the pigeon. I want to mourn my lover. I will become a priest.
Who will carry the coffin? It's me, said the kite. Don't leave at night, I'll carry the coffin.
Who will hold the coffin? It's us, said the wren, the cock and the hen. We will help the coffin.
Who will sing the hymn? Thrushcross said, it's me. She stood on the bush. I will sing a hymn.
Who will ring the death knell? It's me, said the cow, because I can pull yaks.
So, goodbye, Robin.
All the birds in the air sighed and cried. When they heard the death knell, they rang the bell for the poor robin.
Ten little black boys went out to eat; One choked to death, and there were nine left.
Nine little black boys stayed up late; One overslept, and there are eight left.
Eight little black boys are playing in Devon; One said to stay there, and there were seven left.
Seven little black boys are chopping wood; One cut himself in half, and there were six left.
Six little black boys are playing with beehives; A wasp stung one, and there were five left.
Five little black boys walked into the court; One left, four left.
Four little black boys went to the seaside; A red herring swallowed one, and there were three left.
Three little black boys walked into the zoo; A big bear took one and there were two left.
Two little black boys sitting in the sun; One died of heatstroke, leaving only one.
A little black boy finally survived; Finally got married, leaving none.
⑶
Liz. Burton picked up the axe,
Cut her father forty knives.
When she realized what she had done,
She cut her mother forty-one.
⑷
A man died, a very untidy man,
His fingers can't be found anywhere,
There's no way to put it in the grave
His head rolled to the bottom of the bed;
His legs and arms,
Throw it in the room.
⑸
My mother killed me,
My father is eating me,
My brothers and sisters are sitting at the bottom of the table.
Pick up my bones,
Bury them,
Buried under a cold stone tablet
⑹
Three blind mice! Look at the way they run!
They chased the farmer's wife,
She cut off their tails with a knife.
Have you ever seen such a thing in your life?
Like three blind mice.
⑺
Solomon? Grandi
Born on the moon
Huo Yao is baptized every day.
Shuiyao gets married every day.
Get sick on Obsidian Day
Jin Yao's illness has worsened.
Tu Yao dies every day.
The sun is buried in the soil.
Is this Solomon? Grandi's life
⑻
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa.
The heart holds the right hand, the small intestine holds the left hand, and the head and liver are put down. Mary looks at it with blue eyes.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa.
The lung took the right hand and the kidney took the left hand. Put down your tongue and nose. Mary cut off her left ear with an earring.
Mary, Mary, Mary
Mary in red, Mary with long blond hair, put on cut earrings.
Mary, Mary, Mary
Mary in red, Mary with green pupils, accepted the gouged eyes.
Mary, Mary, Mary
Dressed in red with blood, Mary picked up a saw and a kitchen knife and turned around.
Showing up in your yard with an empty, blind head
⑼
A twisted man walked a twisted road for a mile.
Holding a twisted sixpence and stepping on a twisted step,
Buy a crooked cat, and the cat catches crooked mice.
They live together in a crooked hut.
⑽
Sing a sixpence song,
The bag is full of rye;
Twenty-four black thrushes,
Bake into a pie!
When the pie is peeled off,
Thrushcross began to sing;
That's not for the king.
A delicious meal?
The king is in the calculation room.
Counting his coins;
The queen is in the living room.
Eating bread and honey.
The maid is in the garden,
Hang a pile of clothes;
A black thrush flew in,
Pecked away her nose.
⑾
King Arthur who ruled this country—
Great king Arthur!
To make pudding,
He stole three bags of cereal—
King, he's going to make pudding for fun,
Put in a lot of raisins,
Add two pieces of thumb-thick cream.
King, the princess ate pudding-