Author Anonymous The cuckoo is a bonnie bird, He sings as he flies;He brings us good tidings; He tells us no lies.He drinks the cold water To keep his voice clear;And he'll come again In the Spring of the year. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments