Listen to the bass it's the one on the bottom
Where the bullfrog croaks, the hippopotamus
Moans and groans with a big to-do,
The old cow just goes "Moo!"
The dogs and the cats they take up the middle,
As the honey bee hums, the cricket fiddles,
The donkey brays and the pony neighs,
The old grey badger sighs.
All God's creatures have a place in the choir,
some sing low, some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they’ve got now!
Listen to the top and the little birds singing,
The melody with the high notes ringin',
The good owl sighs over everything,
The blackbird disagrees.
Singin' in the night time, singin' in the day,
Little duck quacks and he's on his way,
And the otter hasn’t got that much to say,
The porqupine talks to himself.
All God's creatures have a place in the choir,
some sing low, some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they’ve got now!
It’s a simple song a living song everywhere,
By the ox the fox and the grizzly bear,
The grumpy alligator and the hawk above,
The sly old weasel and turtle dove.
Nothin' yet.