A Place In The Choir - Celtic Thunder

All God’s creatures 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

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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 blackbird disagrees.

Singin' in the night time, singing in the day,

The little duck quacks, then he’s on his way.

And the otter hasn’t got much to say

And the porcupine talks to himself

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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 grey badger sighs.

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.

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It’s a simple song of living sung everywhere

By the ox and the fox and the grizzly gear,

The dopey alligator and the the hawk above,

The sly old weasel and the turtle dove.

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