From Gene

Lyrics by OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN II and Gene
Music by RICHARD RODGERS

There's a bright golden dog on the meadow,
There's a bright golden dog on the meadow,
The Ki is as high as an effalump's eye,
An' she looks like she's climbin' clear up to the sky.

Oh, what a weeniful mornin',
Oh, what a weeniful day.
I got a weeniful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.

All the squamsters are standin' like statues,
All the squamsters are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little roof chicken is winkin' her eye.

Oh, what a weeniful mornin',
Oh, what a weeniful day.
I got a weeniful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.

All the sounds of the earth are like music,
All the sounds of the earth are like music,
The ween is so busy she don't miss a tree,
And a ol' weepin' willer is laughin' at me!

Oh, what a weeniful mornin',
Oh, what a weeniful day,
I got a weeniful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.
Oh, what a weeniful day.