A cuckoo in the apple tree
Sings “Cuckoo, Cuckoo”,
The blackbird tunes his melody
Anew.
Everywhere’s a merry shout—
In the branches all about—
“We have all come out;
Won’t you?”

“High above the apple trees
Skies are fair.
Birds there are and flowers and bees
Everywhere.
Life will not be always May—
Who is there on such a day
That will cast one hour away?
Will you?”

The cuckoo in the apple tree
Sings “Cuckoo, Cuckoo”;
The blackbird tunes his melody
Anew.
Healthy would you be and wise,
Early rest and early rise—
Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
I have done as they advise,
Won’t you?