six o'clock
In the tiny wooden clock there lives a tiny wooden cuckoo , and every hour he hops out of his tiny wooden door , takes a look about to see what is going on in the world , shouts out the time of day , and pops back again into his little dark house , there to wait and tick away the minutes until it is time once more to tell the hour . Late one spring afternoon , just as the sun was sinking out of sight , lighting up the snow-capped mountains with beautiful colors and sending long shafts of golden light across the valleys , the cuckoo woke with a start . `` Bless me ! '' he said to himself , `` Here it is six o'clock and not a sound in the kitchen ! It 's high time for Mother Adolf to be getting supper . What in the world this family would do without me I really can not think ! They 'd never know it was supper time if I did n't tell them , and would starve to death as likely as not .