The Cuckoo
The cuckoo’s a bonny bird,She sings as she flies;She brings us good tidings,And tells us no lies.She sucks little birds’ eggs,To make her voice clear,And never cries CuckooTill the spring of the year.
The cuckoo’s a bonny bird,She sings as she flies;She brings us good tidings,And tells us no lies.She sucks little birds’ eggs,To make her voice clear,And never cries CuckooTill the spring of the year.
The cuckoo’s a bonny bird,She sings as she flies;She brings us good tidings,And tells us no lies.She sucks little birds’ eggs,To make her voice clear,And never cries CuckooTill the spring of the year.
The cuckoo’s a bonny bird,
She sings as she flies;
She brings us good tidings,
And tells us no lies.
She sucks little birds’ eggs,
To make her voice clear,
And never cries Cuckoo
Till the spring of the year.