Charles
copyright ©2004 by Blind Lemming Chiffon
tune: Vincent by Don McLean

 
Dark and stormy night
Perched here on my dog house roof,
Somehow I can sense the truth,
And Woodstock helps me type just like a pro.
Send me Charlie Brown,
With a doggie dish so big and round,
By this leash upon my neck I'm bound,
And maybe he will take me for a walk.

I have heard some talk:
But for you they wouldn't have known
That a dog could play the saxophone,
Or blast Red Baron from the sky.
We never aged a day in fifty years.
How can we just disappear?

Charlie flies his kite
There goes Pigpen in a cloud of dust,
For a moment, it obscures the bust
Of Beethoven that Schroeder views with awe.
Could it be I saw
On a toy piano played
Such a symphony, it almost made me
Think I heard it in a concert hall?

I can't see at all
Why a child would say, "Good Grief,"
Or how Charlie Brown could still believe
Lucy would let him kick that ball.
He never thought about how it might hurt
When he landed in the dirt.
With his thumb and blanket
Linus was not afraid.
When we got caught up in a fray
On one Christmas pageant day,
He taught us all what Christmas was about.
Though you could've told them, Charles:
You always let us speak
Those thoughts so deep inside of you.

Dark and stormy night . . .
Wishing I could feel again
The pen that drew me on the page
And gave to me this life that never ends.
We'll always be friends . . .
Just one thing: before this story ends,
Please tell Charlie Brown it's not too late
To ask that red-haired girl out on a date.

Now I think I know
What you tried to say through me,
How you gave us your humanity
And what you showed us how to be.
Children were laughing, and they are laughing still.
Perhaps they always will.