The cat in the hat, we loved and knew,
that little yellow bird, in a Tweety pie stew,
i couldn't believe my ears, could it be true,
if so that cat should be in a zoo.
What kind of monster would eat Tweety pie,
not Sylvester, no that was a lie,
they was best friends, he wouldn't dare try,
it was the cat in the hat, but i don't know why.
What a way to go, what a terrible fate,
to be boiled alive, with apricot and date,
Sylvester Tweety's friend, was in an awful state,
how could he do it? the cat in the hat was a mate.
It's not new news that a cat eats a bird,
but the method this time was truly absurd,
the minute i knew, the minute i heard,
i rang the cat up and asked for a word.
How could you do it to poor Tweety pie,
i asked expecting to hear a lie,
the cat burst in to tears, he started to cry,
I'm so sorry he said, i can't tell you why.