[while swinging in his cage]
♪ I'm a tweet wittle birdie in a guilded cage. ♪♪ Tweety's my name, but I don't know my age. ♪♪ I don't have to worry and that is that. ♪♪ I'm safe in there from that old puddy tat. ♪
[Tweety stops singing and swinging and sees Sylvester]
I tawt I taw a puddy tat. [looks again] I did! I did! I did taw a puddy tat.
