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, you're goin' to rise up singin'

Then you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky

But 'til that mornin', there's a-nothin' can harm you

With Daddy and Mammy standing by

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