ODE TO A CUCKOO

A cuckoo is a crafty bird

(His voice is often heard)

Who sits in other’s nests

He guzzles all the nourishment

And lays out loads of punishment

He becomes a real pest!

A cuckoo is a naughty bird

(His voice is often heard)

Who grows and grows and grows

The other chicks get no attention

Clever bird draws his pension

Where will it end?  Who knows!

A cuckoo is a noisy bird

(His voice is often heard)

He loves to sing and sing

The song becomes monotonous

We tire of it – that’s all of us

But who to tell this thing?

A cuckoo is a solo bird

(His voice is often heard)

He squawks ‘cuckoo’ ‘cuckoo’

The good is never good enough

 The smooth is always far too rough

He doesn’t seem to realise

He could be happy too!!