Its raining again

Its that time of the year
When my worries vanish
When I get to hear
A voice so clear

That can't even be matched by the best of vocals
The song of the Cuckoo bird
Which is more refined then the one sung by the locals
Which is more pure then the one I heard
On the TV last night
And nowhere in sight
When bird killings are at a height
Do I see a solution tight
To protect these innocents
Who sing for us so diligently
And never have I seen a human repent
For his crimes a plenty

So as a last resort I pray to thee O God!
The Omnipotent Lord
Save these creatures from the cunning sword
Of the human who doesn't want them to retort