:: who cocked kill robin ::

 :: who cocked kill robin ::

who cocked kill robin

i said the sorrow

with my plough and harrow

i cocked kill robin

who’ll parse the reason

i said the book

i’ll take a little look

pass me the treason

all the turds in their hair

fell a-knotting and a-bobbing

when they turd the bell toll

for poor rock throbbing