Tea Kettle Song

I am shiny and silver,
I feel best when I’m full.
As I’m warmed, my water boils
And I have to let go!
Steam rises evenly in streams!
 
Then suddenly,
 I burst into my song!
Just a few soft notes at first,
But then I grow louder and louder
In a solo that fills the kitchen.
 
Everyone gathers to listen to me.
The dogs begin to howl and whine,
But they cannot carry my tune.
The father says, “The tea kettle must sing.
Then you know the water is ready!”
 
Suddenly, I am lifted
From my warm nest,
Then tipped once, twice
Until my spout
Pours the life out of me.
 
It splashes into mugs with teabags
That sit on a granite counter.
I am light-headed,
Losing my warmth
And feeling empty inside.
 
My song is over for today,
But I will sing again tomorrow!