What is home

My house is brick I like to play But home ain’t Saint Nick You may have to pay But in the end You’ll love it my friend. Plus with a home You won’t feel alone. Home is a building To store all your feelings Feelings are emotions And emotions are caring Caring is hopeful And hopeful is home. I know it sounds silly But it ain’t Scooby Dooby. It will be your new favourite I’ll promise you that I know you’ll love it Of course you know that. That's it for this poem I hope you had fun Go back home now And don't be a glun I’ll see you next time I’ll be back with a lime!