The cuckoo’s a fine bird:
He sings as he flies;
He brings us good tidings;
He tells us no lies.
He sucks little birds’ eggs
To make his voice clear;
And when he sings “Cuckoo!”
The summer is near.
The cuckoo’s a fine bird:
He sings as he flies;
He brings us good tidings;
He tells us no lies.
He sucks little birds’ eggs
To make his voice clear;
And when he sings “Cuckoo!”
The summer is near.
See also: The Cuckoo Is A Bonny Bird.