Across this mighty land of ours, each state has its birds and flowers.St. Louis has its cardinals, and Baltimore its Orioles.And Washington, D.C., too, is a species of its very own.A high-breasted front-runner who makes every captive heart say,I wish I might fly away with...Lucy Bane, she is no tacky, but then who complains?She may be tacky, but she is the brains behind our foreign policy.Who else but Lucy could it be?Lately she has grown addicted to the royal weed.She tolerates no impropriety when Bobby Baker comes to tea.It's been a pleasure to serve you, you hear?Guess who all was there on my date with Lucy Banes?Twelve of Linda's roommates.Eleven life reporters.Ten Texas Rangers.Nine Supreme Court judges.Eight Stingray salesmen.Seven Secret Service.Six geese a-laying.Lyndon B. himself.Four beagles.Three congressmen.And two baptizing clergy.Lucy Banes and me.Lucy Banes, just like her pop, her popularity gains.She loves to sing out all those old refrains.Oh, those TV towers of Texas, who long to mom and me?You'll find no Texas real estate in the name of Lyndon B.The eyes of Bishop Pike are upon you.My pop can make goof and say no.Pop said, tut-tut, we'll have to cut deep in the heart of Texas.Lucy Banes, let other girls indulge.My girl abstains.But you should see her on the backs of trains.Why, she stands ten feet tall.Old Lady Bird is sweet.And Linda Bird's a tweet.But Lucy Banes, you're the biggest bird of them all.What a bird.