| All God’s creatures got a place in the choir
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| Some sing low, some sing higher,
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| Some sing out loud on the telephone wires,
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| And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they
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| Got now
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| REPEAT
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| Listen to the top where the little birds sing
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| On the melodies with the high notes ringing,
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| The hoot owl hollers over everything
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| And the blackbird disagrees.
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| Singin' in the night time, singing in the day,
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| The little duck quacks, then he’s on his way.
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| And the otter hasn’t got much to say
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| And the porcupine talks to himself
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| CHORUS
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| The dogs and the cats they take up the middle
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| While the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles,
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| The donkey brays and the pony neighs
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| And the old grey badger sighs.
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| Listen to the bass, it’s the one on the bottom
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| Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus
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| Moans and groans with a big t’do
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| And the old cow just goes moo.
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| CHORUS
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| It’s a simple song of living sung everywhere
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| By the ox and the fox and the grizzly gear,
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| The dopey alligator and the the hawk above,
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| The sly old weasel and the turtle dove.
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| CHORUS
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| REPEAT |