This week’s poem, called The Cuckoo, is by E Palmer.
I was born and bred in the country and love the country life,
And would sooner hear the cuckoo than listen to a nagging wife.
It’s nice to be in the country in the early months of spring,
And open your windows and doors and hear the cuckoo sing.
You always feel quite happy as the cuckoo flies and sings its song,
Because the winter months are over and nice weather’s coming on.
Today you don’t hear many cuckoos, which I think is very sad,
But years ago there were quite a few according to my nana and grandad.
Years ago I watched the telly, I liked old Percy Thrower,
And he always said when you hear the cuckoo it’s time to get out your lawn mower.
I hate it in August and you don’t hear the cuckoo any more,
Because the cuckoo has migrated and now lives on a different shore.
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