|07:46 pm - In April come she will|
Dear diary, today I heard the first cuckoo. Also I saw her sitting in a tree on Cannock Chase. Dark slate grey with a dove-coloured breast. When she saw us looking at her she went quiet so we walked off, and she started up again real loud.
In April come she will
In May she sings all day
In the middle of June
She changes her tune
July she flies away
That's how we used to say it when I was a kid.