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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.

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