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THE CUCKOO, by                    
First Line: The cuckoo is a pretty bird
Last Line: And off with her I'd go
Subject(s): Birds;cuckoos


THE cuckoo is a pretty bird,
She singeth as she flies;
She bringeth us good tidings,
She telleth us no lies;
She sucketh all sweet flowers
To keep her throttle clear,
And every time she singeth
Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo!
The summer draweth near.

The cuckoo is a giddy bird,
No other is as she,
That flits across the meadow,
That sings in every tree.
A nest she never buildeth,
A vagrant she doth roam;
Her music is but tearful --
Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo!
"I nowhere have a home."

The cuckoo is a witty bird,
Arriving with the spring.
When summer suns are waning
She spreadeth wide her wing.
She flies th' approaching winter,
She hates the rain and snow;
Like her, I would be singing,
Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo!
And off with her I'd go!





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