Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A Place In The Choir Bill Staines 
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 Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they've got now 
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 Some just clap their hands or paws 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 in the big tattoo And the old cow just goes "moo" 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 old grey badger sighs oh 
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 Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they've got now 
Listen to the top with the little birds singing And the melodies and the high notes ringing And the hoot-owls cries over everything And the blackbird disagrees Singing in the night-time, singing in the day And 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 
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 Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they've got now 
It's a simple song, a little one sung everywhere By the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear The dopey alligator and the hawk above The sly old weasel and the turtle-dove 
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 Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they've got now 
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 Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they've got now