Cuckoo, singin' his heart out
Robin,
What is so rare as June in the air?
Old man goin' out fishin'
Puttin' worms in a tin
Look at him go so easy and slow
What's all the hurly-burly?
There's an oil, there's mighty queer
Could it be school's out early?
Could it be laughter I hear?
Feel a strange kind of stirrin'
Some thing's bound to begin
The world is dressed in her Sunday best
What is so rare as June in the air?
Look at him go so easy and slow
What's all the hurly-burly?
There's an oil, there's mighty queer
Could it be school's out early?
Could it be laughter I hear?
Feel a strange kind of stirrin'
Some thing's bound to begin
The world is dressed in her Sunday best
Gee, I like to go fishin'