Blackkit, Littlekit, and Robinkit were playing in the nursery by there adoptive mother, Dappleface. Dappleface was an older cat, and her fur was graying.

The kittens didn't really like their adoptive mother, but they put up with.

One day, when they got extremely annoyed with her, they started to sing.
"It's the hard-knock life for us!
It's the hard-knock life for us!" they sang

"'Steada treated," little Robinkit sang

" We get tricked!" the others replied.

"'Steada kisses," she went on.

" We get kicked!" they responded.

" You do not get kicked!" Dappleface spat at them.

"It's the hard-knock life!
Got no folks to speak of, so,
It's the hard-knock row we hoe!" they all sang.

"Damp moss," Robinkit sang.

"'Steada of dry!" they all sang back to her.

"Empty Bellies," Robinkit went on.

"'Steada of full!" they chanted back.

" You most certainly do not have empty bellies!" she told them.

"It's the hard-knock life!" they all sang loudly, ignoring her.

"Don't if feel like the wind is always howl'n?" Robinkit asked.

"Don't it seem like there's never any sunshine! " Blackkit replied.

"Once a day, don't you wanna stop the whining?" Littlekit asked her siblings.

"It's easier than puttin' up a fight!" they all sang.

"No one's there when your dreams at night get creepy!
No one cares if you grow...of if you shrink!
No one dries when your eyes get wet an' weepy! " Robinkit sang.

" Complete and absolute nonsense! I care for you!:" Dappleface told the kits.

"From all the cryin' you would think this place's a sink!
Ohhhh!!!!!!!
Empty belly life!
Rotten smelly life!
Full of sorrow life!
No tomorrow life! " they all sang.

" Now you're just being silly," she told them.

" Starclan we never see," Littlekit announced.

"Starclan, what's that?
Who're they?" Robinkit sang a reply.

" You kits are over-reacting! Kits don't get visited by Starclan!" she hissed.

"No one cares for you a smidge
When you're raised by a queen who should be an elder!" they sang in response.

"You'll stay up till this dump's tidy
As a crow's nest!" Littlekit imited Dappleface.

" That makes no sense! Crow's nests aren't clean!" she corrected them.

"Yank the whiskers from her chin
Hit her with an unsheathed paw
Make her drink twoleg guck!
I love you, Miss Dapplemuck!" they all sang.

"Get to work!" Littlekit mock ordered them,
"Stop fooling around!
I said get to work! "

"It's the hard-knock life for us
It's the hard-knock life for us
No one cares for you a smidge
When your moter left you in the care of a idiot!
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life!" they all sang.

" You kits need to get to sleep…that wa odd, and it made no sense whatsoever.

" Yes, Miss Dapplemuck!" they all called.

" Starclan help me.." she muttered.