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An
April Day by GPL
Today
I heard the cuckoo,
She
is never very late,
Flying
up from Africa,
On
some middle April date.
So
watch out all you buntings.
Beware
you pipits too,
For
she'll be looking for your nest
To
leave an egg with you.
Then
you will have to work so hard
To
rear the cuckoo's chick
And
you will have none of your own.
'Tis
nature's meanest trick.
There
are other flighty travelers
For
whom life is but a jest.
They
let the others do the work
And
will not build a nest. |