Little Yellow Bird
There's always been a soft spot in my heart,
For that little yellow bird.
I'd race down the steps, turn the TV on
And giggle when I heard.
I TOT I TAW A PUDDY TAT!!!
Tweetie always outsmarted that mean old cat.
It was a close call once or twice.
I had super faith in my little hero,
And shouldn't a cat be chasing mice?
That mean old puddy tat had tweetie in a cage.
He was preparing for a mid-morning snack.
That's when I stepped in and saved Tweetie.
I'll tell you sometime about the attack.
Not a feather was harmed on my Tweetie's head,
But, there are feathers floating everywhere.
Oh, my poor pillow, what a dream that was.
What a nightmare!!!!
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