Summer is icumen in, loudly sing cuckoo. Grows the seed and blows the mead, and springs the wood anew. Sing, cuckoo! Ewe bleats harshly after lamb, cows after calves make moo.
Bullock stamps and deer champsNow shrilly sing Cuckoo ...... Cuckoo ... Cuckoo.Wild bird are you! Be never still Cuckoo!
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