Ode to Charlie Brown

Sweet, lovely Charlie Brown
Toils for the Lord.
We’re all of one accord
About the service he provides us
Even when he chides us.

Little did he know that all his peers he would outlive
From all of that clean living
And all that selfless giving.
Our groveling veneration
Is the source of his regeneration.

Yet not everyone regards him so
Or lists him with the sages
For there’s a painting hid that ages
And Ed Davis is afraid that Charlie Brown knows where it is.