Riveted: That’s how I would describe my classes when they saw my pictures as I sang the story of Cock Robin to them. This song opens up a wealth of emotions for children in an age appropriate way.
This captivating song is a touching way to experience sad emotions. The illustrations keep the mood lighter and more abstract while the students explore their own feelings about the song.
General Instructions: . These lyrics and are an Appalachian version of an old English poem. The melody is also Appalachian style. I would suggest teaching the song that’s in major and use the more haunting minor version just for listening; you be the judge for your class. The sheet music PDF also includes teacher questions that could be used in your lesson plan.
Rationale: How do we discuss sad emotions in the classroom? During the school year, students bring in many happy but also sad occurrences in their lives (ex. a favorite pet that died). It’s easy to find materials for happy things. This song is a great supplement for a discussion about sad things.
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Who killed Cock Robin? Who killed Cock Robin?
“I,” said the Sparrow, “with my little bow and arrow. It was I, it was I.”
Who saw him die? Who saw him die?
“I,” said the fly, “with my little tiny eye. It was I, it was I.”
Who caught his blood? Who caught his blood?
“I,” said the fish, “with my little silver dish. It was I, it was I.”
Who made the coffin? Who made the coffin?
“I,” said the snail, “with my hammer and my nail. It was I, it was I.”
Who sewed the shroud? Who sewed the shroud?
“I,” said the beetle, “with my little sewing needle. It was I, it was I.”
Who pulled him to it? Who pulled him to it?
“I,” said the Lark, “with my little horse and cart. It was I, it was I.”
Who dug the grave? Who dug the grave?
“I,” said the Crow, “with my little spade and hoe. It was I, it was I.”
Who preached the funeral? Who preached the funeral?
“I,” said the Swaller’, “just as loud as I could holler. It was I, it was I.”
Who mourned his dying? Who mourned his dying?
“I,” said the Mole, “for the passing of his soul. It was I, it was I.”