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.