THE CHILDREN:
There’s a sad sort of clanking
From the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too.
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping up to say cukoo!
Cukoo! Cukoo!
Regretfully they tell us
But firmly they compel us
To say goodbye to you.
So long
Farewell
Aufwiedersehn
Goodnight
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
So long