The Cucoos are flying right into my head
They are now crying for one of 'ems dead
My sword had struck out as feathers flew
Now to the Cucoos, I know what not to do
The Cucoos are flying as I fall in pain
The old ladys dieing from laughing insane
I did not know that they would strike back!
Now all my hearts I've begun to lack
The Cucoos are flying and they won't stop
I am not lying when I say I'll drop
So into a coma I gain as I say
I learned, from the Cucoos, a lesson today
Strike not thy Cucoo, for they all shall have vengeance...















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