The Cuckoo Poem by john (called jack) wren

I hear the notes but fail to find
The signature of the undersigned
Who seems to be here, or maybe there,
I look around in great despair.
Mysterious sounds from this Pimpernel
Fly with the speed of a startled gazelle
Who is this voice, full of mystery?
Who makes my senses so jittery.?
It can throw a voice where it will
Tis surely one with magical skill!
Their young are boarded out in haste
By parents who remain untraced.
I wonder deeply, what kind of bird
Was born with this peculiar password.


Cuculus canorus