The cuckoo went cuckwi, and he went on by and bye, and he went on his merry way, astray.

It was in late April that he flew to the East and found a nest with a headrest to sleep in till March.

He saw a lark that was quite dark whose name was Mark above an ark, not round, not ovular, with a K in the middle and a fray along the edge.

The books were stacked high in junior high and grades were all around, but the cuckoo went cuckwi in