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.

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