| lyric | All god's creatures get a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher.
Some sing out loud on the telfephon wire.
Some just clap their hands
their paws or anithing tehy’ve got.
1. Listen to the bass it’s the one at the bottom,
where tje bullfrog croaks, and the hippopotamus moans
and groans in the big tattoo,
and the cow just goes „moo“.
2. 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.
Listen to the top with the little birds singing
And the melodies and the high notes ringing,
And the hoot-owls 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 other hasn't got much to say,
And the porcupine talks to himself.
It's a simple song, a little one sung everywhere
By the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear.
The dopey alligator and the hawk above.
The sly old weasel and the turtle-dove. |