Robert William Service
My Cuckoo Clock
I bought a cuckoo clock
And glad was I
To hear its tick and tock,
Its dulcet cry.
But Jones, whose wife is young
And pretty too,
Winced when that bird gave tongue:
I have a lady friend
Whom I would wed,
For dalliance should end
In bridal bed.
Until the thought occurred:
Can she be true?
And then I heard that bird:
Though ignorance is bliss
And love be blind,
Faithless may be the kiss
So now sweet echoes mock
My wish to woo:
Confound that cursed clock!
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