[CHARLIE BROWN] Little more speed, little more rope Little more wind, little more hope Gotta get this stupid kite to fly I gotta make sure it doesn't snag Doesn't droop, doesn't drag Gotta watch out for every little—oops! Little less speed, little more tack Little less rise, little more slack Gotta keep my wits about me now I 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 everyday 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 sk** 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 Wrapping your string on everything pa**ing by Why not fly? [gasps] 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 that It's caught the breeze now It's past the trees now With room to spare! Oh, what a beautiful sight And I'm not such a clumsy guy If I really try I can really fly a—