I’m a little hunk of tin.
So many things that I might have been.
Plates and roofs and cooking pans,
But mostly I’m in old tin cans.
Green peas, chicken soup, baked beans and Spam,
All packaged for you inside tin cans. (repeat)
Mixed with copper, I make Bronze,
Used in ancient Babylon.
Tools of bronze were once the rage,
Way back in the old Bronze Age.
To be cast as sword was once my plan,
But somehow I ended up an old tin can. (repeat)