I bought a brand-new teapot
And it has a whistling spout.
It informs me that it’s ready
As the steam comes pouring out.
When the whistle comes in handy
Is if I am out of sight
And forget the water’s boiling
Which, of course, you know I might.
It’s a nifty little feature
When a kettle can alert;
Thus, some danger in the kitchen
It can help me to avert.
Though the whistle is annoying
And it grates on all my nerves,
Still, I hope that its inventor
Gets the credit he deserves.
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