Tweety's Lament

Gosh, I've gwown cwaustrophobic in my cage,
I have thoughts of wunning away,
if it weren't for gwannie that moves me
fwom the bedwoom to the kitchen,
fwom the kitchen to the living woom,
I'll be bored to death.

But that's not what I wanted to say,
lately, I've been tewuafied,
I'm going mad.

I toss and turn at night,
I hear someone's
opening my cage.
I open my eyes,
and I see no one.

At daylight,
I gwab my bwoom
to sweep my cage.
I stop before I'm done
thinking I'll be
too busy to wun.

I twy to gwab my food,
but my hands twemble.
I twy to swing,
but I feel someone's hand
on by back pushing me
to fall.

I'm always thinking
putty tat's
coming
for
me.

No matter where I'm placed,
he always finds his way,
he always gets caught,
and gwannie hits him
with the broom,
but I'm afwaid,
he'll come back one day,
squeeze my neck,
split me in half,
open his mouth,
engwave his teeth
on my body...

Caught in his stwong paws!