When daisies pied, and violets blue, <br />And lady-smocks all silver-white, <br />And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue <br />Do paint the meadows with delight, <br />The cuckoo then, on every tree, <br />Mocks married men, for thus sings he: <br />'Cuckoo! <br />Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear, <br />Unpleasing to a married ear. <br />When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, <br />And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, <br />When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, <br />And maidens bleach their summer smocks, <br />The cuckoo then, on every tree, <br />Mocks married men, for thus sings he: <br />'Cuckoo! <br />Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear, <br />Unpleasing to a married ear.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-4/
