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