“Cuckoo”


Cuckoo cuckoo, what do you do? In April you come when winter is done. But the mist in the morning is over the river and the
chill in the wind sets our bodies to shiver. Cuckoo cuckoo, what do you do? Cuckoo cuckoo, what do you do?
In May you sing night and day and we know winter’s through. I’ve heard you in the woods, heard your echoed call But to see you I never have managed all at Cuckoo cuckoo, what do you do? Cuckoo cuckoo, what do you do? In June you change your tune. Are you here at all? Do you hide in a nest? Or in a hollow tree? Do you change to
a hawk? Do you fly across the sea? Cuckoo cuckoo, what do you do?

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