We all live in a capital I

in the middle of the desert

in the center of the sky.



All day long we polish up the I

to make 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.



And 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.