I get such a good feeling when the the fire goes out
because there's no more smoke going up my spout.
Its no wonder I am sick and tired of my job because all
day long I am boiling on this hob.
On special days I get polished with blacking but that's
only to stop my body from cracking.
When the old man comes home and its time for tea, that is
when I start to feel free.
I am free from the water that has been bubbling in my guts
giving me much pain and driving me nuts.
The freedom never lasts for more than an hour because on goes
the tap and another shower.
Filled to the brim then back to the hob just doing the same old
job.Water boiling over again and again why can't they see its just
causing me pain.
They have gone to bed and the fire is out,
then down comes the soot and chokes my spout.
Soot and water what a combination, but when morning comes they
won't have an inclination; because I will be boiled again just as
the day before to make tea for the Master who drinks cups of it
by the score.
I know I have a job for life and that can't be a bad thing, perhaps that's
the reason why most kettle's sing.
