Cuckoo Poem by Dr Shamim ali

Cuckoo



Cuckoo Oh Cuckoo on my apple tree
Come daily you will get nuts for free
Birdie don’t hide in the green leaves
Come hither will make you pleased
Tiny bird don’t fly with the breeze
Come back and sit on my eaves
I will serve you baked peas
Nobody will hit you, you won’t be teased!

By, Shamim Ali

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success