I’m a kettle, I’m a kettle
you can call me black
I’m a kettle, I’m a kettle but I will fight back
I’m boiling with anger, hot fumes rising from my spout
so be afraid pot!
Watch out! Watch your mouth
or you will shatter –
Kettle lives matter
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