It's hard not to feel deflated

When you really try to do the right thing

And you don't get half the way

He cleans up the forest-floor

He practices some steps he'd never seen before

So unaware that she's a swing door

Left in fainted feelings on the empty stage once more

Limestones, bay leaves, dinner snail

With all that effort he can hardly fail

But will she stay?

Will she fly?

Will she sing?

Find a suitable treetop to make a new home

Or does he have to wait till next spring?

It's a dusky dawn day

And if you carefully listen

You would hear him say:

Koo koo

Koo koo