Cuckoo, Cuckoo,
What do you do?

In April

I open my bill;

In May

I sing night and day;

In June

I change my tune;

In July
Away I fly;
In August
Away I must.

NURSERY RHYMES.

 

DXLV.
[A provincial version of the same.]

THE cuckoo’s a vine bird,
A zéngs as a vlies;
A brengs us good tidins,
And tells us no lies :
A zucks th’ smael birds’ eggs,
To make his voice clear;
And the mwore a cries “cuckoo

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The zummer draws near.

DXLVI.