Grandma’s cuckoo’s flown away -
Her clock is silent now -
But I’ll soon mend her cuckoo clock.
Instead we’ll have a cow.
Let’s have no more “cuckoo cuckoo”
Let’s have a gentle moo.
The only problem that we’ll have
Is cleaning up its poo.
The cuckoo was a bird quite clean
And left no mess at all,
But cow pats are another thing
As I quite well recall.
On second thoughts we’ll leave the cow
In pastures fresh and green.
Let’s get the cuckoo to come home
And keep Gran’s parlour clean.
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