The title tells us this is a "found poem," so the lines were presumably lifted from a grammar exercise whose task was to pick out all the nouns. Read that way, the sentences are plain examples: a shepherd, a queen, a policeman, a child. Nothing is meant to connect them.
But once they sit together as a poem, they start to feel like a small world. We move through fields, cottages, parlors, streets, and a station, and meet people from every rank, from king to workman. Most of the lines are calm and ordinary. Then the last one lands: "The child fell over the cliff."
The poem doesn't comment on this or show anyone reacting. There's no speaker voicing grief, which is exactly why the ending is so chilling. The flat, schoolbook tone stays the same while the content turns tragic. The mood begins as gentle and routine, then becomes unsettling, as if disaster can arrive in the middle of an everyday list.