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.