The climber looking out
From up here way up here
Can see all the city
Caught in trailing branches
The climber looking in
Climbing this old high tree
Comes upon a nest
Inside sits a fat young
Cuckoo going koo cuckoo
Open mouthed in begging call
Clever gentes of the dinner bell
Clutch released sometime before
Well, he came undone and falling
He came more and more undone
Through wired jaws he vowed
Never to look in again
