My Favorite Things - Cyrus Chestnut, Anita Baker

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens

Brown paper packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things, yes

Yeah, yeah

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels

Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings

These are a few of my favorite things

My my, oh, ooh, my my

Girls in white dresses and blue satin sashes

Snowflakes that stay on your nose and eye lashes

Silver white winters that melt into springs

You got a few of my favorite things

Yeah, you do;

yeah, you do

When that dog bites

When that bee stings

When I’m feeling sad

I just remember my favorite things

And child, I don’t feel so bad

Baby, baby, baby

Baby, baby, baby…

When that dog bites

When that bee stings

When I’m feeling sad

I just remember my favorite things

And then I don’t feel so bad

Said I don’t feel, huh

Said I don’t feel, baby

Said I don’t feel so bad

Said I don’t, said I don’t, said I don’t feel

Said I don’t feel so bad, baby

Said I don’t feel so bad, baby…

Cream colored ponies, a crisp apple strudel

My things, my things, my favorite things

These are my things

My things, your things, our things

These things, tied up with strings

These things, these strings

Said I don’t feel so bad, baby