Cuckoo! Cuckoo ! Cooing Bird!!

Cuckoo!, Cuckoo! cooing bird,
In the parks on summer days,
What immortal hand or brain,
Could frame thy brilliant voice!!
In what assemblage of musicals,
Was thy spirited voice composed?!,
What instruments were put together,
To create thy awesome voice,
Thy twofold shout of joy,
Echoes in my mind,
Gives me messages of warmth,
And memories of mirth!,
What violin?, What guitar?,
What piano!, what flute!
Put together their notes,
To produce such enchanting  chords!,
When God descended to Eden,
Did he smile at his creation ,
Did he wonder at two fold shout of joy,
Reverberating in the parks;
When I imitate your  shout,
You respond-cooh!  cooh!!!.