human
Roo--coo--oo--oo--
gpt
Cuckoo! Cuckoo! That's one for you! A blackbird whistles, how sharp, how shrill! And the great trees toss And leaves blow down, You can almost hear them splash on the ground. The whistle again: It is double and loud! The leaves are splashing, And water is dashing Over those creepers, for they are shrouds; And men are running up them to furl the sails, For there is a capful of wind to-day, And we are already well under way. The deck is aslant in the bubbling breeze.
human
Theodore, please. Oh, Dear, how you tease! And the boatswain's whistle sounds again, And the men pull on the sheets:
gpt
My name is Hanging Johnny, Away-i-oh; They call me Hanging Johnny, So hang, boys, hang.