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 is a merry 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,

That she may sing Cuckoo!

Three months in the year.