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



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