Teapot

Zoë is a four-year-old girl, and thus she enjoys singing. She inheirited her mother's uncanny ability to memorize the lyrics to any song after just one listen. 

Usually.

"Daddy, want to hear my new song? It's the Teapot Song!"

"Sure. Do you know the words?" She didn't, not really. Beth had given me the heads-up. But they'd been practicing, and...

"Oh yes," she replied. And began:

"I'm a little teapot, short and stout

Here is my handle, here is my spout

When I get all steamed up, hear me shout

Tip me over and eat me out!"

She bowed. "How was that, Daddy?"

"Great, honey. Let's work on that last line, shall we?"