Is this goodbye Charlie Brown?
My parents say, we leave town
On sunday and for good
Your sad face don’t mean a thing
And you don’t smile, you don’t grin
I can’t tell when you are down
And every time I see you I just see
A great big frown

Charlie will you take my cat
You know the one that makes you less sad
Whenever you see her
She likes to climb the cherry tree
And she likes you, doesn’t she?
And she likes your dog
And she likes disappearing in the sunday
Morning fog

Where she goes
Oh Charlie I don’t know
Wherever the wind blows
And wherever birds she likes
Make a sound

While she tries to hunt them down
Spreading there feathers round
All the gardens all the gardens in this town