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

Who'll make his shroud? I, said the Beetle, Can bring thread and needle, So I'll make his shroud.

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