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Winter’s winds have come and gone
     And the days have lengthened too.
New born lambs have romped in fields,
     And grey skies changed to blue.

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The daffodils lit up the world
     With sturdy golden flowers
And sunshine stole upon the earth
     And into woodland bowers.

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March came and went, and April too,
      And May has now arrived:
Woodland birds have built their nests
     And something’s been contrived:

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Another bird, from foreign shores,
     Enters into the wood.
The cuckoo, cunning as she is,
     Is up to not much good.

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She’ll lay her egg most carefully
     In a nest meant for some others.
Once born her chick sets out to oust
     His stepsisters and brothers.

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'There’s no room here for other birds!'
      The selfish cuckoo cries,
And, eating all the food that’s brought,
      Grows to a fearsome size.
 
The parents bring back lots of food
     For this greedy, noisy bird -
And 'Thank you?' - No!  They’ll never hear
     One single grateful word.

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Once fledged, the cuckoo flies away,
     But leaves a message clear:
'You’ll see me back to lay MY egg
      In YOUR nest - yes, next year!' 

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