Proving That Good Deeds Never Go Unpunished
To lines in and I’m sitting on Aunt Bertie and Uncle Joe’s front porch on Buchanan Street in Amarillo! I thought she was Aunt Birdie for a long time.
Wish I were sitting there with you on that front porch with you and Uncle Joe and Aunt "Birdie." Then I could say (literally): "A little Birdie told me." (Though, of course, I don't know that she was little, do I?)
To lines in and I’m sitting on Aunt Bertie and Uncle Joe’s front porch on Buchanan Street in Amarillo! I thought she was Aunt Birdie for a long time.
Wish I were sitting there with you on that front porch with you and Uncle Joe and Aunt "Birdie." Then I could say (literally): "A little Birdie told me." (Though, of course, I don't know that she was little, do I?)