I've Gotta Crow

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