All God’s creatures got a piace in the choir,

some sing low and some sing higher,

some sing out loud on the telephone wire,

some just clap their hands

or paws or anything they’ve got now. (2v.)

Listen to the bass it’s the one at the bottom

where the bulifrog croak and the hippopotamus

moans and groans in the big tattoo

and the old cow just goes “moo”.

The dogs and the cats they take up the middle

where the honey bee hums and the cricket fiddles

the donkey brays and the pony neighs

and the old grey badger sighs, oh.

Listen to the top with the little birds singing

and the melodies and the high notes ringing

and the hoot-owl cries over everything

and the blackbird disagrees.

Singing in the night time, singing in the day

and the little duck quacks and he’s on his way

and the otter hasn’t got much to say

and the porcupine talks to himselt.

lt’s a simple song, a little one sung everywhere

by the ox and the tox and the grizzly bear

the dopey alligator and the hawk above

the sly old weasel and the turtle-dove.