Dawn in Albany   Statesmen are still asleep   The first noise heard    Through the dew: "cuckoo!"   A rattle follows   The coroner's office glows   This is my portrait of you, Cuckoo   Cuckoo is your given name   Christened in the solitude of Fame   Ah! Friends as such!   Whose love is without touch   All four horsemen are you,   Cuckoo   Like Brughel's Miser in the frame   Quite literally, you're insane   A cop-out?   So flippantly talked about   Stand up, here comes your cue...   "cuckoo!"