Summertime 
And the living is easy 
Fish are jumping 
And the cotton is high. 

Your daddy's rich 
And your ma is good looking 
So hush little baby 
Don't you cry. 

One of these mornings 
You're going to rise up singing 
Then you'll spread your wings 
And fly to the sky. 

But till that morning 
Nothing can harm you 
With mommy and daddy standing by.