Three little kittens

And under the tree, all soggy and wet,
Three little kittens sat.
Next to a corpse,
Clutching a bag.
And in front of the moon,
Sitting behind an old hag,
On the back of a broom,
A grinning black cat.
The moral of this story is,
Never drown a cat.
Because you never know,
Where the cat's witch is at.