Nimrod (From the Enigma Variations)

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 babby, 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 nothin' can harm you

With daddy and mammy standin' by.