On a tree, a cuckoo settled.
There came a young hunter.
He shot the poor cuckoo dead.
And when a year had passed.
The cuckoo was there again.
The people were very pleased.
Simsalabim bamba
Saladu saladim
((OOC: A friend and I were reminiscing about German camp, which brought up this song... A version of it can be found
here.))