<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419133" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of the Cuckoo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou booby, say'st thou nothing but cuckoo?<br>The robin and the wren can thee outdo.<br>They to us play thoróugh their little throats,<br>Not one, but sundry pretty tuneful notes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou hast fellows, some like thee can do<br>Little but suck our eggs, and sing cuckoo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy notes do not first welcome in our spring,<br>Not dost thou its first tokens to us bring.<br>Birds less than thee by far, like prophets, do<br>Tell us 'tis coming, though not by cuckoo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor dost thou summer have away with thee,<br>Though thou a yawling, bawling cuckoo be.<br>When thou dost cease among us to appear,<br>Then doth our harvest bravely crown our year. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou hast fellows, some like thee can do<br>Little but suck our eggs, and sing cuckoo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since cuckoos forward not our early spring,<br>Nor help with notes to bring our harvest in: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And since while here she only makes a noise,<br>So pleasing unto none as girls and boys,<br>The formalist we may compare her to,<br>For he doth suck our eggs, and sing cuckoo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Bunyan">John Bunyan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419133" data-title="Of the Cuckoo de John Bunyan" data-description="Thou booby, say'st thou nothing but cuckoo? The robin and the wren can thee outdo. They to us play thoróugh their little throats, Not one, but sundry pretty tuneful notes. But thou hast fellows, some like thee can do Little but suck our eggs, a..."></div> </div> </div>

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