(to be sung by classrooms of children)

I’M A LITTLE TEA-POT,

I MIGHT RUST -

BUT NOT BEFORE

YOU’VE TURNED TO DUST.

YOU ARE FULL OF BLOOD, I’M FULL OF TEA,

BUT YOU WON’T LAST AS LONG AS ME.

To be sung by groups of non-binary children with skipping ropes

SEE THE MOON A SICKLE-HORN, SEE THE GOD SLEEP

HIS DOGGY CAUGHT A FISH IN THE SEA SO DEEP

DEEP IN THE VALLEY WHERE THE LITTLE DOGS PLAY

DOWN CAME THE BIG DOG HAPPY ONE DAY

HAPPY AND SNIFFING HE FRY THAT FISH

PUT FISHY THINGS IN THE LITTLE DOGS DISH

LITTLE DOGS EAT NOW, PUT IT ALL AWAY

SLEEP WITH THE GOD NOW, STARVE ANOTHER DAY.

I was upon a midday weary

Versing hard, and then I nearly

Upset cart and maiden too.

What is one supposed to do

In circumstances so well met?

In resolve, I strike and fall

Upon the bed of friendly things

Not dreamt of here. And now

I stay and sleep.

YOU ARE INDESTRUCTIBLE

YOUR SKIN IS ALL OF STEEL

YOUR HANDS ARE CARVED OF MARBLE BLOCKS

YOUR HEART AN IRON WHEEL

YOUR RIBS ENCIRCLE BURNING SUNS

YOUR FOREHEAD GIRDS THE SKY

I DAILY THANK THE STARS ABOVE

THAT YOU WILL NEVER DIE