Katherine Thorington

To see the world in a grain of sand,
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour
     --Willam Blake

For further amusement here is on of my favorite poems :')

Who killed Cock Robin?
  "I," said the Sparrow 
  "With my bow and arrow, 
I killed Cock Robin"  

Who saw him die?
  "I," said the Fly, 
  "With my little eye,   
I saw him die"

Who caught his blood?
  "I," said the Fish, 
  "With my little dish, 
I caught his blood ..."

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

Who'll dig his grave?
  "I," said the Owl,
  "With my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave."

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

Who'll be the clerk?
  "I," said the Lark,
  "I'll say Amen in the dark;
I'll be the clerk."

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

Who'll bear the torch?
  "I," said the the Linnet,
  "I'll come in a minute,
I'll bear the torch."

Who'll sing his dirge?
  "I," said the Thrush,
  "As I sing in the bush
I'll sing his dirge."

Who'll bear the pall?
  "We," said the Wren,
  Both the Cock and the Hen;
"We'll bear the pall."

Who'll carry his coffin?
  "I," said the Kite,
  "If it be in the night,
I'll carry his coffin."

Who'll toll the bell?
  "I," said the Bull,
  "Because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell."

All the birds of the air
  Fell to sighing and sobbing
When they heard the bell toll
  For poor Cock Robin.
     --Anonymous

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