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!