The very moment I saw this prompt I was cast back to my childhood.
I have wonderful memories of my Great Aunt singing to me, complete with hand gestures.
“I am a little teapot short and stought
Here’s my handle, here’s my spout,
Lift me up and pour me out”
I guess I was about two or three years old and it somehow seems rather comforting that 40 years later I remember those happy days of my childhood and wonder if my Aunt had any idea that those early memories would be with me all these years later.