The Morning Report sing and play along

It's an honor and a priv'lege,

a duty I perform with due sense of decorum and with pride.

With deference and great respect very much the norm,

plus a hint of sycophancy on the side.

To lay before my ruler all the facts about his realm,

to fill him in with all the beastly news,

in order that his majesty stands sturdy at the helm,

aware of all the fauna's latest views.

Chimps are going ape.

Giraffes remain above it all.

Elephants remember, though just what I can't recall.

Crocodiles are snapping up fresh offers from the banks.

Showed interest in my nest egg but I quickly said,

"No, thanks!"

We haven't paid the hornbills and the vultures have a hunch not ev'ryone invited will be coming back from lunch.

This is the morning report,

gives you the long and the short,

ev'ry grunt, roar and snort,

not a tale

I distort on the morning report.

The buffalo have got a beef about this season's grass.

Warthogs have been thwarted in attempts to save their gas.

Flamingos in the pink and chasing secretary birds.

Saffron is this season's color seen in all the herds.

Moving down the rank and file to near the bottom rung,

far too many beetles are quite frankly in the dung.

This is the morning report,

gives you the long and the short,

ev'ry grunt, roar and snort,

not a tale I distort

on the morning report.

This is the morning report,

gives you the long and the short,

ev'ry grunt, roar and snort,

not a tale I distort

on the morning report.