My Brother Rod's Birthday

Oh my, how proud I was That my brother was important He was a school patrol You'd think he was a saint. He was three years older, you see He seemed so tall and smart I was just a little school girl But in his life I sure played a part. He taught me my alphabet and How many words I learned to spell At school the girls liked him so much They took care of me when I fell. But we grew up, of course And everything had to rearrange He went into the Air Force I cried as our lives had to change. Someday I will see him again When that will be who's to say But every year I will remember My brother, Rod's birthday.