Summertime

Summertime
And the livinis easy
Fish are jumpin
And the cotton is high
Your daddys rich
And your mammas good lookin
So hush little baby
Dont you cry
One of these mornings
Youre going to rise up singing
Then youll spread your wings
And youll take to the sky
But till that morning
Theres anothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing by
Summertime