Who killed *** Robin?

Good one!

I, said the whale, I filled him full of ale.

I, said the bat, I fed him to the cat.

I, said the boar, I hit him with my oar.

I, said the crane, I pushed him down the drain.

I, said the plane, my engine struck again 

Desmond did ask for "wrong answers only"

I, said the Linnet, with my heavy skillet

I'm taking a leaf out of Archaec and Martin's books:

I, said the skua, with my skewer.

Yes, I made it up, I just wanted to rhyme a bird's name with that of a weapon. A halberd, or a bill, seems to be the type of weapon that did for Richard III

Nah, Batman 100%. Child endangerment and all. 

ArchaeC said:

Happy that it passed for an alternative version. 

It did indeed, as did Martin's, which made me curious.

I made it up. Happy that it passed for an alternative version. 

ArchaeC said:

I said the magpie, with my spell to die.

Martin said:

I said the blackbird, with my sword and halberd.

Did you make these up?

They don't appear to be part of the original rhyme although sometimes different versions have been "handed down".

The Joker?

Lorena Gallo

en.wikipedia.org/.../John_and_Lorena_Bobbitt

A typical example of how dark nursery rhymes (aimed at children) often were.

Similar with fairy tales.

For those who are wondering WTF this thread is about, here are the words:

Who killed *** Robin? I, said the Sparrow, with my bow and arrow, I killed *** Robin.

Who saw him die? I, said the Fly, with my little teeny eye, I saw him die

Who caught his blood? I, said the Duck, It was just my luck, I caught his blood.

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

Who'll dig his grave? I, said the Owl, With my pick 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, if it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk.

Who'll carry the link? I, said the Linnet, I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link.

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

Who'll carry the coffin? I, said the Kite, If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin.

Who'll bear the pall? I, said the Crow, With the *** and the bow, I’ll bear the pall.

Who'll sing a psalm? I, said the Thrush, As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm.

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

All the birds of the airfell a-sighing and a-sobbing, when they heard the bell toll for poor *** Robin.

Well, the obscenities filter clearly killed the c*ck.

I know that at least.

Batman?

Hen Robin?

I said the magpie, with my spell to die.

Pesticide manufacturers.

I said the blackbird, with my sword and halberd.