There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
[cuckoo, cuckoo]
Regretfully they tell us [cuckoo, cuckoo]
But firmly they compel us [cuckoo, cuckoo]
To say goodbye..
To.. you...
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