С Вильямом Шекспиром в унисон Cuckoo

William Shakespeare
from Love's Labour's Lost

    When daisies pied, and violets blue,
        And lady-smocks all silver-white,
    And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
        Do paint the meadows with delight,
    The cuckoo then, on every tree,
    Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
                'Cuckoo!
    Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear,
    Unpleasing to a married ear.

    When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
        And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
    When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
        And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
    The cuckoo then, on every tree,
    Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
                'Cuckoo!
    Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.

4.03.2020.
Come in, my Spring! - I am saying now,
I'll listen to Bing and adore you. Bravo!
Your violets blue, and daisies pied,
Your nature's view is full of light.
Come on, my Spring! - I am screaming high.
On every tree, your cuckoos try
To sing their song and mock married men:
Cuckoo, cuckoo!' - the word Big Ban.
Cuckoo, my Spring! - I am your adept,
Again come in to give me ascent
Of fresh my life and sense of love.
Come in, my Spring! - I am asking now.