Answer:
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 mornin's
You're gonna rise up singin'
And you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky;
But 'til that mornin'
There ain't nothin' can harm you,
So hush little baby,
Don't you cry.