All God’s critters got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire And some just clap their hands, or paws or anything they got now Well, listen to the bass, it’s the one on the bottom Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus Moans and groans with a big to do…

Well, there ain’t nothin’ in the world that I like better Than bacon and lettuce and homegrown tomatoes Up in the mornin’, out in the garden Get you a ripe one, hey, don’t get a hard one Plant ’em in the spring, eat ’em in the summer All winter with out ’em’s a culinary bummer I forget all about the sweatin’ and…