The Cuckoo Is A-Callin'

Although the trees ungentle sway

Reflect the temper of the day

Just as lovely as you say

Rain upon my hair is falling

Stirred up as the river flows

The clammer of the bar below

Strings a man, his sentence slow

"The cuckoo is a-callin"

Now

I know this bitter life may feel

Ungentle & at times unkind

It bares within itself the fear

Of being someone else its fine but

You my lovely friend have nothing

But a spine, but a spine

You'll surely take those jabs they throw and drink them like red wine

You swine