There's a kettle in the corner,
A kettle on the shelf,
There's an old kind of kettle
On the cooker by itself.
There's a kettle with a whistle,
There are lots with plugs,
There's a kettle that is mother
To a matching pair of mugs.
There's a kettle that is yellow,
A kettle that is green,
There’s a kettle that is metal
And the shiniest I've seen.
There are kettles in the kitchen
Where kettles ought to be,
But the kettle in the garden
Is a mystery to me!
Whoever threw it out there
They did it for the best:
Although the kettle's rusty
It is now a robin's nest.
