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