I taut I taw a puddy-tat a-creepin’ up de stair,
He had a fuzzy tail an’ a big ol’ hungry stare;
I chirped “You better scat!” but he jus’ grinned real wide,
Dat puddy’s on my windowsill, gonna swipe me inside!
I flutter to da curtain-rod, my heart go pit-a-pat—
I did! I did! I did see dat puddy-tat!