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I am a little, tiny, bird. My name is Tweety PieI live inside my bird cage, a-hanging way up highI like to swing upon my perch and sing my little songBut there's a tat that's after me and won't let me aloneI taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on meI did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!I am that great big bad old cat, Sylvester is my nameI only have one aim in life and that is very plainI want to catch that little bird and eat him right awayBut just as I get close to him, this is what he'll sayI taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on meYou bet he taw a puddy tat, that puddy tat is me!That puddy tat is very bad, he sneaks up from behindI don't think I would like it if I knew what's on his mindI have a strong suspicion that his plans for me aren't goodI am inclined to think that he would eat me if he couldI'd like to eat that sweetie pie when he leaves his cageBut I can never catch him, It throws me in a rageYou bet I'd eat that little bird if I could just get nearBut every time that I approach, this is all I hearLetras de cancionesI taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on meI did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!And when I sing that little song, my mistress knows he's backShe grabs her broom and brings it down upon Sylvester's backSo listen you bad puddy tat, let's both be friends and seeMy mistress will not chase you if you sing this song with meCome on now, like a good catOh, all right. Sufferin' Succotash!I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on meI did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be! From Letras Mania