A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes/The cuckoo is a pretty bird
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LVII.
The cuckoo is a pretty bird,
She sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings,
And never tells lies.
She sucketh sweet flowers
To make her voice clear,
And when she sings cuckoo,
The summer draweth near.