Altogether now...
Sumer is Icumen in,
Loudly sing, cuckoo!
Grows the seed and blows the mead,
And springs the wood anew;
Sing, cuckoo!
Ewe bleats harshly after lamb,
Cows after calves make moo;
Bullock stamps and deer champs,
Now shrilly sing, cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo
Wild bird are you;
Be never still, cuckoo!
/Song at the end of the Wicker Man
/That's strangely compelling, with the music being very effective as well. Good work, fella
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The Great Architect is still waiting for his account to be deleted on, Sun 9 Nov 2008, 11:38,
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