Oh, kettle, kettle, noisy thing,
You whistle and you sing.
You wake me up in the morning,
And my ears you’re always boring.
But I can’t live without you,
My cup of tea, it’s true.
You boil the water perfectly,
And make my day so sweetly.
So thank you, kettle, for all you do,
Even though you’re a bit of a shrew.
