A Place in the Choir


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

Some sing low and some sing higher

Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,

And some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they’ve got.   (repeat)



Listen to the bass, it’s one on the bottom,

Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus

Moans and groans with a big to-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

And the donkey brays and the pony neighs,

And the old grey badger sighs.




Listen to the top with the little bird singing

On 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,

The little duck quacks and he’s on his way

And the otter hasn’t got much to say

And the porcupine talks to himself.




It’s a simple song, a living song everywhere

By the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear

The grumpy alligator and the hawk above,

The sly old weasel and the turtledove.



(Bill Staines)