CUCKOO

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 90, 5 February 1947, Page 3

CUCKOO

Cuckoo, the English mocking bird Whose deceitful notes are heard When spring her floral carpets laid Through many a pleasant woodland glade. Bourne upon the morning air ' Intriguing notes sound here and there But no one seems to know just where , The ventriloquist is hiding out Intent upon a murderous route On Mavis throstle or robin’s nest Those notes with terror fill the heart Of startled mothers far and near Who know and instinctively fear A visit from the raider dread Who murders infants in their bed; Or worst crime of all the rest Will leave an egg within the nest That will brand the family with shame ” That from their brood the raider came. The Cuckoo’s sweet elusive call Many fond memories recall Of springtime and alluring June That come and go alas too soon. Reminding one of days long past When springtime all its spell had cast— The Cuckoo calling to deceive Now here now there from morn till eve; That gave place to the Queen of night When nightingales still out of sight Began their harmonious serenade Whose melody filled the woodland glade Springtime and summer’s birds and flowers Give place to winter’s long dark houi’s \ When trees are bare and earth seems dead Asleep beneath her snowy bed Dreaming of spring that will renew Those elusive notes “Cuck, 'Coo” “Cuck Coo.” H. SERGANT.