As you center the kettle,

Over the blue gas flame,

And its insides began to boil,

And it cries steam,

Because the moment you turn a blind eye,

And forget its screams,

It will turn on you,

Tipping tipping tipping,

Crash into the ground,

And the hot water,

Will scald your ankles,

While its top rattles on the ground.

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