The Cuckoo

You know the cuckoo Shes a pretty bird Baby but she warble woman as she fly But she never, never heard a cuckoo Until the Fourth Day of July Mama, mama Ooh, sweet mama Tell you boy not to be a gamblin' man Cuz the card'll cheat em' Lord they will bea

The Cuckoo is a pretty bird, she sings as she flies. She bringeth good tidings, she telleth no lies She sucketh white flowers for to keep her voice clear And she never sings "cuckoo" till summer draweth near As I once was a-walking and talking o