Shan
A cuckoo sat on a tree, and sang,
"Summer is coming, coming;"
And a bee crept out from the hive, and began
Lazily humming, humming.
Yes, summer had come, and the cuckoo sang
His song through woodland and hollow:
"The summer is come: if you don't believe me,
You have only to ask the swallow."
A cuckoo sat on a tree, and sang,
"Summer is coming, coming;"
And a bee crept out from the hive, and began
Lazily humming, humming.
Yes, summer had come, and the cuckoo sang
His song through woodland and hollow:
"The summer is come: if you don't believe me,
You have only to ask the swallow."
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