answering a call

Looking through a emporium full of quaint little shops near my house, I came upon this sweet miniature teapot. "She" did more than catch my eye. She called my name. I went away and came back and she was calling even louder. She knew my weakness. You can guess the rest of the story. She's an old one too. And I love her unusual spout. She sings for me, "I'm  a little teapot, short and stout, here is my handle, here is my spout."