Nice one, George. I think the nightingale is harder. Or maybe it's just that I find it irresistible to make fun of Wordsworth.
The Cuckoo’s Reply to the Poet
O William! Shall I call you Bill?
How kind of you, dear Guest,
To come and watch me lay an egg
In a reed-warbler’s nest!
While dumber birds get bleary-eyed
Stuffing my kids’ big beaks,
I’m free to sing and herald Spring
To poets on the peaks.
I sometimes dine on eggs and chicks,
But insects are my vice.
A hairy caterpillar is
Particularly nice.
Try one, they’re delectable!
What’s that? You can’t stay?
I shall call Cuckoo! and anoint you
As you go your way.
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