Summertime

Summertime and the living is easyFish are jumping and the cotton is highOh, your Daddy's rich and your Momma's good lookingSo hush, little baby, don't you cryOne of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singingThen you'll spread your wings and you'll take the skyBut till that morning there's nothing can harm youWith Daddy and Mommy standing by