Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
So, hush little baby, don't you cry.
One of these mornings your gonna rise up singing
And you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
But 'til that morning, there ain't nothing can harm you
With Daddy and Mommy standin' by.

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