I Tawt I saw Puddy Tat. Mel White.

T: I am a small tiny bird, my name is meat pie of Tweety.
I live inside my birdcage a manner hanging to the top high.
I like to balance on my pole and to sing my small song.
But there is a cat, which is after me and only will not leave me.

I taw of the tawt I a tat puddy a creeping upwards on me.
I taw of I a tat puddy as quite simply as it could be.

S: I am that the large large bad old man Sylvester cat is my name.
I have only one goal in the life and it is very punt.
I want to catch this small bird and to eat it immediately.
But each time that that I obtain close to him.
Is this what he will say?

I taw of the tawt I a tat puddy a creeping upwards on me.
You bet that it saw a tat puddy that the tat puddy was me.

T: That the tat puddy is very bad.
It leaves furtively upwards by behind.
I do not think that I would like it if I knew what is on its spirit.
I have a strong suspicion that its plans for me are not good.
I am tilted to think that it would eat me if it could.

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S: I would like to eat this meat pie of Tweety.
When it leaves its camp.
But I cannot obtain close to him that it throws me in a fury.
You bet that I would eat this small bird.
If I could just almost obtain.
But each time what I approach this is all I hear.

T: I taw of the tawt I a tat puddy a creeping upwards on me.
I taw of I a tat puddy as quite simply as it could be.

And when I sing that little song which my mistress knows it is back.
It seizes a brush and downwards brings it on Sylvester behind.
Listen to you thus that the bad tat puddy.
Let both to us be friends you see.
My mistress will not drive out you if you sing this song for me.
Advanced maintaining like a good cat.

S: Oh all line, succotash of suffering '!

Taw of the tawt I of B:I a tat puddy a creeping upwards on me.
I taw of I a tat puddy as quite simply as it could be.