Cuckoo-flowers and daisies,
Grasses grey with dew,
Sunbeams of buttercups,
And a sky all blue.
Primroses and cowslips,
Bluebells and sweet may,
And a cuckoo calling
Far, far away.
Forget-me-nots and cresses,
In the streamlet blue,
Fly a little nearer,
O Cuckoo, do !
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