conceded? not me
just i am what i am
and im me!
when i look at myself
and i see in myself
all the wonderful things that i see!
if im pleased with myself
i have every good reason to be!
i gotta crow!
im just the cleaverest fella
'twas ever my fourtune to know
i tought a trick to my shadow
to stick to the tip of my toe
ive gotta crow!
ive gotta brag!
i think its sweet
i have fingers a feet i can wiggle and wag!
i can climb trees
and play tag with the breeze
and the medow below
ive gotta crow!
if, i were a very, ordinary
everyday thing
id never be heard
cocka-doodlin' 'round like a bird so
naturally
when i discover the
cleaverness of the remarkable me
how can hide it when deep down
inside it just tickles me so
that i gotta let go
and crow!
im really a rare thing
such a fair thing
i cant keep still!
im bursting with pride!
and i just cant keep it inside
if i tried so
naturally
when i discover the
cleaverness of the remarkable me
how can hide it when deep down
inside it just tickles me so
that i gotta let go
and crow!!

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