Friday Afternoons, Op. 7: Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo,
what do you do?
In April, I open my bill;
In May, I sing night and day;
In June, I change my tune;
In July, far far I fly;
In August, away
I must.
Cuckoo, cuckoo...
what do you do?
In April, I open my bill;
In May, I sing night and day;
In June, I change my tune;
In July, far far I fly;
In August, away
I must.
Cuckoo, cuckoo!