A Place in the Choir (Feat. Jessica Holl, Steven Kennedy & Bart Reardon)

All god's critters got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher.
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire.
Some just clap their hands or paws or fins or claws or anything they've got now.

Listen to the bass it's the one at the bottom
Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus
Moans and groans with a big ta do
And the old cow just goes "moo."

All god's critters got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher.
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire.
Some just clap their hands or paws or fins or claws or anything they've got now.

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 ole Coyote HOWLS!

All god's critters got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher.
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire.
Some just clap their hands or paws or fins or claws or anything they've got now.

Listen to the top where the little birds sing
With the melodies and the high notes ringing
And the hoot-owls cries over everything
And the jaybird disagrees.

All god's critters got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher.
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire.
Some just clap their hands or paws or fins or claws or anything they've got now.

Singing in the night-time, singing in the day,
The little duck quacks and he's on his way.
The possum ain't got much to say,
And the porcupine talks to himself.

All god's critters got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher.
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire.
Some just clap their hands or paws or fins or claws or anything they've got now.

instrumental

Everybody here is a part of the plan.
We all get to play in the great critter band.
From the eagle in the sky to the whale in the sea,
It's one big symphony!

All god's critters got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher.
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire.
Some just clap their hands or paws or fins or claws or anything they've got now.

All god's critters got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher.
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire.
Some just clap their hands or paws or fins or claws or anything they've got now.

All god's critters got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher.
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire.
Some just clap their hands or paws or fins or claws or anything they've got now.

All god's critters got a place in the choir.
Some sing low and some sing higher.
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire.
Some just clap their hands or paws or fins or claws or anything they've got now.