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Summertime, and the living is easy, Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high Oh, 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 you’ll take to the sky, But till that morning, there’s a-nothing can harm you, With daddy and mammy standing by.