Tweety

Tweety

Each day I sit on my swing,
I calmly preen and sing,
I belong to a sweet old lady,
I am her little yellow baby;

A bird in a gilded cage,
Until I took center stage,
I was the star of the show,
Though Sylvester didn't know,

I won the hearts of young and old,
As each week’s story did unfold,
Of the cat’s attempts to have a meal,
And him always having to heal;

My speech was the best it could be,
For I’m just a yellow canary you see,
A bird in a gilded cage,
Out smarting a cat’s hungry rage;

I Tawt I Taw a Puddy-Tat
As I was riding on Granny's hat
I did I did taw a Puddy Tat
Bad old Puddy Tat.