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-floon 
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