The Cuckoo’s Back
The cuckoo’s back! Oh, what a bird!
(Though he owns but a single word.)
I miss that word throughout the day—
Throughout the night—in every way.
He kind of comments on my world—
When I’m awake—or lie there curled
In sleep. He listens well to me—
And gives assessments—all for free.
The cuckoo will not change his mind—
He’ll just cry, “Cuckoo!” That’s his kind
Of comment through the day and night—
I wish he weren’t so often right!
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