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.