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My Cuckoo Clock

Published by Susan on 2003/7/30 (2615 reads)
I bought a cuckoo clock...

I bought a cuckoo clock
        And glad was I
To hear its tick and tock,
        Its dulcet cry.
But Jones, whose wife is young
        And pretty too,
Winced when that bird gave tongue:
        Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

I have a lady friend
        Whom I would wed,
For dalliance should end
        In bridal bed.
Until the thought occurred:
        Can she be true?
And then I heard that bird:
        Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

Though ignorance is bliss
        And love be blind,
Faithless may be the kiss
        Of womankind.
So now sweet echoes mock
        My wish to woo:
Confound that cursed clock!
        Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

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