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