Pelican Will sat there flapping his wings
In the winds of the first winter storm
He dreamed he was flying far South of Palm Springs
Where the weather was balmy and warm
Blackbirds and Hummingbirds, Robins and Crows
Fine feathered friends of all kinds
Know they should fly when the frost bites their toes
But ol' Will couldn't make up his mind
Should I or shouldn't I
Can I or can't I try
Must every bird have a mission?
South might not be the best
I could fly East or West
Will couldn't make a decision
He wavered and waited through
Ice and through snow
Truly hazardous traveling conditions
I better stay right here
Maybe the sky will clear
Then I can make my decision
The snow drifts came up to his knees, and he stayed
Came up to his wings, still he stayed
The snow drifts came up to his neck, yet he stayed
He couldn't decide, so he drifted and stayed
Finally, Pelican Will was buried in snow
From his bill to his web-footed toes
If you were Will wouldn't you finally fly?
Well, Pelican Will couldn't go
He was frozen in ice, on the end of the dock
The penguins danced by right on cue!
He'd become a fowl-weathered and fine-feathered block
Chilly Willy, the Pelican cube
Well, should I or shouldn't I
Can I or can't I try
Must every bird have a mission?
South might not be the best
I could fly East or West
Will couldn't make a decision
Well, so goes the story of Pelican Will
It's a moral that's good to recall
It's better to fly off and make a mistake
Than to stay and do nothing at all!