One bird that I miss from Europe is the cuckoo. You don't find them here in the U.S. My father used to sing this song: "Cuckoo Cuckoo, what do you do?" and he sang it as a boy soprano in his church and school choirs.
Cuckoo, cuckoo, what do you do?
In April I open my bill;
In May I sing night and day;
In June I change my tune;
In July far far I fly;
In August away I must.
In April I open my bill;
In May I sing night and day;
In June I change my tune;
In July far far I fly;
In August away I must.
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