Context & Lyrics
Charlie Brown arduously tries to get his kite to fly.
Little more wind, little more hope,
Gotta get this stupid kite to fly.
Gotta make sure it doesn’t snag
Doesn’t droop, doesn’t drag
Gotta watch out for ev’ry little- whoops!
Little less speed, little more tack,
Little less rise, little more slack,
Gotta keep my wits about me now.
Gotta make sure it doesn’t get the best of me
Till I get it in the air somehow.
Millions of little kids do it ev’ry day
They make a kite and-“poof”- it’s in the sky.
Leave it to me to have the one fool kite
Who likes to see a little kid cry.
Little less talk, little more skill,
Little less luck, little more will,
Gotta face this fella eye to eye.
Now that I’ve seen you chasing moles,
Climbing trees, digging holes,
Catching your string on everything passing by
Why not fly?
Wait a minute,
What’s it doing?
It isn’t on the ground.
It isn’t in a tree.
It’s in the air!
Look at at that.
It’s caught the breeze now,
It’s past the trees now
With room to spare…
What a beautiful sight.
And I’m not such a clumsy guy.
If I really try
I can really
Fly a ki-