11th October 2010, Monday Night
There's a sad sort of clanging,
From the clock in the hall, And the bells in the steeple too,
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird, Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
Regretfully they tell us, But firmly they compel us
To say goodbye ..... to you.
From the clock in the hall, And the bells in the steeple too,
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird, Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
Regretfully they tell us, But firmly they compel us
To say goodbye ..... to you.
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