Cuckoo

There will be people going cuckoo for my cuckoos
Shoppers will be flocking to my shop
Just a strain of that refrain will increase our fiscal gain
They'll be lining up around the block
Courtesy of nimble little fingers
Little urchins working round the clock
They were worthless as can be
Now they're happy can't you see?
As they help me to increase my stock

"What a fancy clock," they'll say
Any price I set, they'll pay
With a tune their hearts desire
It's a Flouglemire

"What a wonderful song," they'll say
As it takes their breath away
With a melody to entice
They'll pay any price!

We'll export them out to England, France, and China
They'll adore them in the northern ports of Spain
Yes a bonafide sensation
As they enter every nation
We'll be riding on the gravy train
We'll be mopping up the money in the morning
We'll be rolling in our riches, afternoon
In the evening we'll dine on the finest food and wine
And we'll eat it with a silver spoon

"What a fancy spoon," they'll say
("Can I take your coat? ") You may
("He's a cuckoo clock supplier, Mr. Flouglemire")

And we're sorry but no COD
But we offer a full warranty
But the warranty has expired
You've been Flouglemired (Ha!)

"What a fancy clock," they'll shout
As they pull their purses out
Everyone will go berserk
Now get these urchins back to work!