Syndicated youth,
Now sad this day.
Friend from paper,
From fantasy and play.
This hour is troubled,
(Said to be your last).
Then try...one more time--
Before it's past.

Advice freely given
(No more nickel a pop)
Says go for it Charlie,
Don't dare stop.
Lucy's true this day,
She'll hold the ball guaranteed.
Fix your eyes on the goal
And kick it through with speed.

Filthy blankets,
Sucked thumbs,
Chopin on the keys,
Friends gather to watch you, Charlie,
Their last hour bereaves.

Lucy's on your side
But there's trouble in her eye.
Focus on the ball, roundhead,
Ere you see her cry.

One kick is all there is.
Pattie point and jumps for your,
And back in the corner is the little red-head.
Yes, Charlie, she loves you, too.

And high above in bi-planed flight
The Ace soars ready once more.
His mission? Protect the skies
With dogged grit and boundless valour.

He circles, dives, and spins a turn,
Surveys the clouds with eagle eyes.
Above soft carpet spreading green,
Can it be the beagle dies?

Red Baron is no more, you say,
And this kick below is Charlie's last.
Then let's join him now
And cheer him on...
Thanks, Charles Shultz
For Peanuts' cast.