Summertime and the livin' is easy.
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high.
Your daddy is rich and your ma is good lookin'.
So hush, little baby, baby don't you cry.
One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singin'.
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky.
But 'til that mornin', there's nothin' can harm you.
With Daddy and Mommy, Mommy standing by.
Don't you cry...

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