A Place in the Choir - D

Chorus:

            All God’s critters 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 fins, or claws

                        Or anything they got now.

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.”

The 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 coyote howls.

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 jaybird disagrees.

Singing in the nighttime, singing in the day,

The little duck quacks, then he’s on his way,

The ‘possum ain’t got much to say,

And the porcupine talks to himself.

It’s a simple song of living sung everywhere

By the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear,

The grumpy alligator and the hawk above,

The sly raccoon and the turtle dove.