Spring forward, fall back.

Scream it Mr. Cuckoo.
Scream it at the top of your lungs.
Would someone pick one?
Leave us alone.

Scream it Mr. Cuckoo. Scream until you turn blue in the face. Pick one already. Leave us alone.

Scream it Mr. Cuckoo.
Scream ‘til you can scream no more. Year after year, it’s the same chore. Leave us alone.

Scream it Mr. Cuckoo.
No one is listening to me.
My plea goes unanswered. Pick one and leave us be.

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