A poem for spring:

Summer has come in –

Sing loudly! Cuckoo.

Seed grows and meadow blooms

And the wood is in leaf.

Sing! Cuckoo.

The ewe bleats after the lamb,

The cow lows after her calf,

The bullock leaps and the buck farts.

Sing merrily! Cuckoo.

(from Valerie Allen, On Farting)

Nothing like the excitement of spring and mating season …