The Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree, <br />Cuckoo! <br />Raining or snowing, nought cared he. <br />Cuckoo! <br />Cuckoo, cuckoo, nought cared he. <br /> <br />The Cuckoo flew over a housetop high. <br />Cuckoo! <br />"Dear, are you at home, for here am I? <br />Cuckoo! <br />Cuckoo, cuckoo, here am I." <br /> <br />"I dare not open the door to you. <br />Cuckoo! <br />Perhaps you are not the right cuckoo? <br />Cuckoo! <br />Cuckoo, cukoo, the right Cuckoo!" <br /> <br />"I am the right Cuckoo, the proper one. <br />Cuckoo! <br />For I am my father's only son, <br />Cuckoo! <br />Cuckoo, cuckoo, his only son." <br /> <br />"If you are your father's only son - <br />Cuckoo! <br />The bobbin pull tightly, <br />Come through the door lightly - <br />Cuckoo! <br /> <br />"If you are your father's only son - <br />Cuckoo! <br />It must be you, the only one - <br />Cuckoo, cuckoo, my own Cuckoo! <br />Cuckoo!"<br /><br />William Brighty Rands<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cuckoo-in-the-pear-tree/
