I taut I taw a puddy-tat a-creepin' up on me,
I did, I taw a puddy-tat as plain as he could be.
By last week, a large part of the usually sane and solid British public had surrendered to the most unblushing piece of pseudo-nursery nonsense since 1939's Three Little Fishies. I Taut I Taw a Puddy-Tat, a baby-talk duet between a nasal, lisping little bird named Tweetie Pie and a gravel-voiced cat named Sylvester (both parts sung by Radio Actor Mel Blanc), had passed the quarter-million mark in record sales, stood second on the British hit parade.
Written by U.S. Songwriters Alan...
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