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CHORUS:
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures large and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
(TWICE)
Each little flower that blossoms,
Each little bird that sings,
The Universe is in your grasp,
Oh, God, why haven't I wings.
(CHORUS)
Why don't I have a filter,
Or eyes that move on stalks,
To see You in Your glory,
And behind me out on walks.
(CHORUS)
What happened to my webbing?
Where went my fishy gills?
And why, oh why must I strain
To walk up little hills?
(CHORUS)
A pair of wheels with bearings
That need no grease or oil
These little things supplied by you
Would save me so much toil.
(CHORUS)
A simple roof above my head
A billion dollars too.
All these things I would not need
If only I was You.
(CHORUS ad infinitum and fading)