The cuckoo is a merry bird, she sings as she flies,She brings us good tidings and tells us no lies;She sucks the sweet flowers to make her sing clear,And she never sings "cuckoo" till summer is near.O meeting is a pleasure, but parting a grief,An inconstant lover is worse than a thief;For a thief will but rob you and swear to be true,And the very next moment they'll bring you to the grave.The