unhinged sanity

at the stroke of midnight, at that stroke tonight, the little cuckoo clock shall strike - and strike: Twelve the Midnight; and a little cuckoo bird will burst from the little cuckoo clock and cluck-a-cuckoo twelve times - twelve times into the night; it will cry, "Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo-" four times more, to the nobody in the empty room that will not hear it

it will cuckoo to itself because it cuckoos its own name because after the twelve clucks of cuckoos that will strike, the cuckoo-cries of the night, the little cuckoo bird shall be sucked back: back into its little clock home for another whole clicking hour where it will be just another sillymad bird stuck in a sillymad house