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A PLACE IN THE CHOIR 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 anything they got now REPEAT 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. CHORUS 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. Singin' in the night time, 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. CHORUS It's a simple song of living sung everywhere By the ox and the fox and the grizzly gear, The grumpy alligator the the hawk above, The sly racoon and the turtle dove. CHORUS REPEAT By Bill Staines, copyright 1979 On "The Whistle of the Jay", FSI-70 @animal filename[ PLACHOIR TUNE FILE: PLACHOIR CLICK TO PLAY DC |
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