Summertime, and the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich
And your ma is good-looking
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're gonna rise and sing it
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But 'til that morning
There's a-nothing can harm you
With daddy and mammy standing by
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