A Cuckoo, near a hive, one day,   Was chaunting in his usual way,
  When to the door the Queen-bee ran,
  And, humming angrily, began:
 
  "Do cease that tuneless song I hear—
  How can we work while thou art near?
  There is no other bird, I vow,
  Half so fantastical as thou,
  Since all that ugly voice can do,
  Is to sing on—'Cuckoo! cuckoo'!"
 
  "If my monotony of song
  Displeases you, shall I be wrong,"
  The Cuckoo answered, "if I find
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