Grandma's Kittens

 Down by the street,
Where the birds tweet,
Lived an old grandma, 
With her three little kittens.

First named Hope,

Who gave her hope,

Second, named Faith,

Who had faith in her,

And third, named Joy,

Who always made her happy.

Lived in glee,

Three who never flee,

Lived with someone good,

Who was always in a nice mood.

Down by the street,

Where they meet,

Grandma always stands to greet,

With a smile so sweet.

She always fried fish,

But rarely made a wish,

Always loved to cook,

But never read a book.

Whenever the pan cligs,

The kittens start to sing,

Ahh, Home sweet home,

There is no place like home.