So the cuckoo was calling, in Gothenburg. I almost despaired...
... there's this song in German which goes:
"Kuckuck, sag mir doch
wieviel Jahre leb' ich noch
hundert Jahre, dankeschön
will noch mal spazierengehn."
Which means: "cuckoo, tell me, how many more years will I live, a hundred years, thanks so much, I'll go for another walk then."
And on Friday the cuckoo only sang once. Or twice. And once. And once. And twice, and hey, three times! And once ...
But on Saturday I stopped counting after a hundred. Perhaps it sang more because the weather was better, on Saturday?
Anyway, I'll live a hundred more years. The cuckoo told me, so it has to be true.