You are my Charlie Brown
And I, your Peppermint Patty.
"You kinda like me don't ya, Chuck?"
I ask, you always reply, "Good Grief."
I am your Lucy, my heroic Schroeder.
As your number one fan,
I sit forever at the end of your piano.
I admire you, you reply "Good Grief."
In my heart, you are the fair Linus
To my Sally. I want to be
The blanket that you hold so close.
You are my sweet baboo, you scream "Good Grief!"
Oh, my Charlie Brown!
How I wish that I were
The little red-headed girl
That holds your heart, unknowingly.
© 1996
