The Cuckoo Poem by Aarushi Chatterjee

Perched high upon that tree,
Singing her pretty little song
Dances the sweet-voiced cuckoo
Singing all day long.
Singing of the bees that hum,
Singing of anything coming her way,
Singing in her drawly voice
All about the beautiful day.
Many a child are sitting below
Below that big fig tree,
Listening to the dancing cuckoo,
Who's gone so merry.
Her shrill voice rings like an echo
Passing through the trees,
She keeps on singing; clear and pure-
Make everyone feel at ease.
At last she stops and spreads her wings,
And in the breezy wind does she fly
Goodbye, sweet- voiced cuckoo
A very merry goodbye.