A tribute to the Cuckoo

This is the first poem and only poem my Dad taught me as a small child. I have never forgotten it and I taught it to my eldest and I look forward to once again passing it down to my youngest.

The Cuckoo

The Cuckoo is a most peculiar Bird
As it sit’s upon the grass.
With its wings neatly folded
And its beak up its arse
In this queer position it mutters, “twit, twit”
Cause its hard to say “Cuckoo” with a beak full of shit!

Thank you Father.