Nonsense Madrigals: II. Cuckoo in the Pear-Tree

"The cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree
Raining or snowing naught cared he
The cuckoo flew over the house-top high
Dear, are you at home, for here am I?
I dare not open the door to you
Perhaps you are not the right cuckoo?
I am the right cuckoo, the proper one
For I am my father's only son, his only son
If you are your father's only son
The bobbin pull tightly
Come through the door lightly!
If you are your father's only son
It must be you, the only cuckoo, my own cuckoo!"