I get such a good feeling when the fire goes out br because there's no more smoke going up my spout. br Its no wonder I am an sick and tired of my job br because all day long I am boiling on this hob. br On special days I get polished with blacking br but that's only to stop my body from cracking. br When the old man comes home and its time br for tea, that is when I start to feel free. br I am free from water that has been bubbling in br my guts giving me much pain and driving me nuts. br The freedom never lasts for more than an hour br because on goes the tap and another shower. br Filled to the brim then back to the hob just doing br the same old job, boilng over again and again why br cant they see it is causing me pain. br They have gone to bed and the fire is out, then down br comes the soot and chokes my spout. br Soot and water what a combination, but when morning br comes they won't have any inclination; because I am br boiled again just as the day before to make tea for the br master who drinks cups of it by the score. br I know I have a job for life and that could be a good thing br perhaps that's the reason why most kettle's sing.