Your singing kettle doesn’t sing;
There’s nothing wrong with that.
It’s nowhere written that a thing
Must whistle like a bat.
And yet it always made you smile
To hear the power of steam.
It hasn’t worked, though, quite a while,
And so you’ve changed your theme.
You’re now intent on picking out
The bubbles as they burst.
That’s more a whisper than a shout,
And yet that’s not the worst.
Although no act of major will,
You like it when it’s calm and still.
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Quiet
