I Gotta Crow

Wendy, look!
My shadow, my very own shadow!
It's only a shadow
Yes, but it's all mine
Oh, I am so clever
Oh, the cleverness of me!
Of course, I did nothing
You're conceited!

Conceited? Not me!
It's just that I am what I am
And I'm me
When I look at myself
And I see in myself
All the wonderful things that I see
If I'm pleased myself
I have every good reason to be

I gotta crow
I'm just the cleverest fella twas ever my fortune to know
I taught a trick to my shadow to stick to the tip of my toe
I gotta crow

I gotta brag
I think it's sweet, I have fingers and feet, I can wiggle and wag
I can climb trees and play tag with the breeze in the meadows below
I gotta crow

If I were a very ordinary everyday thing
I'd never be heard
Cock-a-doodlin' 'round like a bird
So, naturally
When I discover the cleverness of a remarkable me
How can I hide it when deep down inside it just tickles me so
That I gotta let go
And crow



Credits
Writer(s): Carolyn Leigh, Mark Charlap
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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