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Where do all the animals hide
When it's freezing cold outside?
Where do they go in all this snow?
Where do all the animals hide?
Where do all the blackbirds fly
When they leave their fields of rye?
Feather and wing, where do they sing?
Where do all the blackbirds fly?
Oh, Saint Peter, if they can't answer
Whatever happens to the least of these, Peter,
Then what's to become of me?
What happens to the small things
That every night time brings?
Seems when they're starting, they’re also departing
What happens to the small things?
Where do all the creatures go?
You know the ones that move too slow
Scattered 'neath wheels of automobiles
That's where all the creatures go
Oh, Saint Peter, if they can't answer
Whatever happens to the least of these, Peter,
Then, what's to become of me?
What happens to the least of these?
Won't somebody tell me please?
What's so damned grand about the Grand Plan?
What's to become of me?
Oh, Saint Peter, if they can't answer
Whatever happens to the least of these, Peter,
Then, what's to become of me?
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