A Place In The Choir

All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now Listen to the top where the little birds sing On the melodies with the high notes ringing, The hoot owl hollers over everything And the blackbird disagrees. Singin' in the night time, singing in the day, The little duck quacks, then he's on his way. And the otter hasn't got much to say And the porcupine talks to himself All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now Dogs and the cats they take up the middle While the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles, The donkey brays and the pony neighs And the old grey badger sighs. Listen to the bass, it's the one on the bottom Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus Moans and groans with a big t'do And the old cow just goes moo. All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now It's a simple song of living sung everywhere By the ox and the fox and the grizzly gear, The dopey alligator and the the hawk above, The sly old weasel and the turtle dove. All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now Listen to the top where the little birds sing On the melodies with the high notes ringing, The hoot owl hollers over everything And the blackbird disagrees. Singin' in the night time, singing in the day, The little duck quacks, then he's on his way. And the otter hasn't got much to say And the porcupine talks to himself All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now Dogs and the cats they take up the middle While the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles, The donkey brays and the pony neighs And the old grey badger sighs. Listen to the bass, it's the one on the bottom Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus Moans and groans with a big t'do And the old cow just goes moo. All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now It's a simple song of living sung everywhere By the ox and the fox and the grizzly gear, The dopey alligator and the the hawk above, The sly old weasel and the turtle dove. All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they Got now All God's creatures got a place in the choir