I Taut I Taw a Puddy Tat

I am a little tiny bird, my name is Tweety Pie I live inside my birdcage a-hanging way up high I like to swing upon my perch and sing my little song But there's a cat that's after me and won't let me alone I tawt I taw a puddy tat a-creeping up on me I did, I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be I am that great big bad old cat, Sylvester is my name I only have one aim in life, and that is very plain I want to catch that little bird and eat him right away But every time that I get close to him, this is what he'll say I tawt I taw a puddy tat a-creeping up on me You bet he saw a puddy tat, that puddy tat was me That puddy tat is very bad, he sneaks up from behind I don't think I would like it if I knew what's on his mind I have a strong suspicion that his plans for me aren't good I am inclined to think that he would eat me if he could I'd like to eat that Tweety Pie when he leaves his cage But I cannot get close to him, it throws me in a rage You bet I'd eat that little bird if I could just get near But every time that I approach, this is all I hear I tawt I taw a puddy tat a-creeping up on me I did, I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be And when I sing that little song my mistress knows he's back She grabs a broom and brings it down upon Sylvester's back So listen you bad puddy tat, let's both be friends, you see My mistress will not chase you if you sing this song for me Come on now, like a good cat Oh alright, sufferin' succotash! I tawt I taw a puddy tat a-creeping up on me I did, I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be