Imprisoned? Yes, within a clock
And forced to hear tick-tock-tick-tock!
I never slept by night or day
And though I worked I got no pay.
Go on strike? Not likely for
I was confined behind a door.
I was a most unhappy bird.
My life was really quite absurd.
Made of wood, held by a spring,
But on the hour I had my fling.
My door flew open, out I’d fly
And then you’d hear my plaintiff cry.
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo cuckoo –
This was my cry my whole life through!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo –
Shake my feathers, back I flew.
Freedom came when things went wrong
And never more you’ll hear my song.
The door flew open, out I flew
To shout my last cuckoo, cuckoo.
My clock now rots upon the tip
With me still held within its grip.
So goodbye now to one and all,
I’ve gladly made my curtain call.