Summer Song
Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call,
Its call returned by it’s beloved one,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.
Harbinger of sweet scented summer squall,
Just before sweltering summer's done,
Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call.
The crow builds nest upon crannied wall,
The cuckoo lays eggs, on its fill of fun,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.
The cuckold's crown to the crows befall,
‘Tis a well-known tale, known to everyone;
Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call.
Summer makes me stay in cool and shady hall,
The cuckoos sing, mate merrily in the sun,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.
I’m sure, like ne’er before, this’ll make a cuckold gall,
As it echoes through street and wayside stall.
Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.
~kcm
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