When wisps of white
Sail across the sky
When the breeze blows warm
And the days grow long
From somewhere in the distance
You can hear my song
Coo-ooo, Coo-ooo Coo-oooo
When mangoes ripen
In the dark green trees
And hovering around
Are busy buzzy bees
Right over the wall
You can hear my call
Coo-o, Coo-oo, Cooo-ooo
When plump wild figs
Go squish under your feet
And juicy purple jamuns
Are munched by parakeets
From somewhere up high
You can hear my tuneful cry
Coo-ooo, Coo-oo, Coo-oo-oo-oo
When from dawn to dusk
You must indoors stay
When all else is quiet
In the middle of the day
You can hear me sing
Sweetly carrolling
Coo-ooo, Coo-oooo, Coo-oooo
Word treasure
- figs
- — a type of fruit that grows on trees
- tuneful
- — having a pleasant and melodious sound
- squish
- — to crush or press something flat
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