Capital I

We all live in a Capital I
In the middle of the desert in the centre of the sky.
And all day we polish up the I
To keep it clean and shiny so it brightens up the sky.

Rubbing it here and scrubbing it there,
polishing the I, so high in the air.

As we work we sing a lively tune
It is great to be so happy on a busy afternoon.
And when we're through with the day's only chore,
we go into the I and we close the door.

Capital I, capital I; Capital I, capital I.

I was watching a clip of this song online and it took me back to happier days. I almsot cried.