The Cuckoo - Poem

When the place is quiet,

In the Night,           

As the birds Sore,

Up to their home, 

You can hear my call,

Cuckoo - Cuckoo - Cuckoo! ♬

On top of the tree,

You can see me free,

Somewhere up, high,

I will be flying in the sky,

And You can hear my cry,

Cuckoo - Cuckoo - Cuckoo! ♬

When Juicy purple Berries,

Go splash under your feet,

As the Wisps of White,

Sail across the sky,

You can hear my chatters,

Cuckoo - Cuckoo - Cuckoo! ♬