Little cuckoo bird, whose beak is tipped with poison,
Your friends, they died, when they came to play,
Lonely little cuckoo bird, now you’re all alone, now run away, run from the pain,
Sad cuckoo bird keep running away, the eyes of the hateful, locked on your wings they stay.
Now they have your leg, little cuckoo bird, they clipped your wings so you can’t fly away,
Now cuckoo bird, try to hop away, break free and escape from this persecutors terrain,
Hop through the meadow little cuckoo bird, the fence is just three more hops away,
No cuckoo bird, the fence is too high, if you fall, baby you will surely die,
Then again cuckoo bird, you can’t run from the pain, jump from the fence and cast your soul away.
-Hartforde
