Working for peanuts..A tribute to Charles Schultz.
Working for peanuts....with love.
A tribute to Charles Schultz....that I sent to him three days before he died
No more comments from the Peanuts Gallery
old Charlie Brown is blue
Cause his little red-haired Girl has dyed
now her ink black roots show through
Poor Snoopy's finally been shot down
that Red Baron is an ace
and we'll miss the little boy beneath
the dirt on Pigpen's face
Scchroeder's played his final tune
it's called, "Beethoven's Last
Rerun vanished on his Mom's bike
into the distant past
Peppermint Patty once again
is just a restaurant treat
It helps dilute the bitter taste
that fate has made us eat
Lucy's been left speechless!!
once a shrink, now she's been shrunk
and dear Linus left his blanket
insecurely, in a trunk
The Great Pumpkin's just been revealed
as another dream that's squash
while the comic strip where Chuck's gang played
sports a new coat of whitewash
Woodstock was snatched right from mid-air
by a sneaky cat, named "Scan"
what that cat...Scan has uncovered
broke the hearts of every fan
Little Sally's smile is crooked now
Happiness has been retired
but you are a good man, Charles Schultz
and you leave us all inspired
Sure...The Peanuts gang will have a place
in history they'll survive
But there are some fun things we can do
to keep thier memories alive!
Let's go fly a kite,
but just make sure,
it's eaten by a tree
then teach our dogs to dance,
and share a Peppermint Patty.
Let's learn to play piano,
then belt out, "Lucy in the sky."
let's feed the birds, and maybe someday
Woodstock will fly by
let's make friends with folks like Franklin
leaving hatred far behind us
then we all can sleep securely
'neath our blankets, Just like Linus
Let's all Sally forth, and Rerun
how life was when we were small
Finding happiness is easy
it is just beyond that wall
It's a wall made up of Blockheads
it's been standing now for ages
break it down with love, and laughter
"Let's go back to funny pages!!"
"Peanuts" by Charles Schultz-(c)1999-United Features Syndicate Inc.
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