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.