Screetching and Stomping Lessons

One hundred dollars come out of each check just for screetching and stomping, but, ah... what the heck. My kids screetch the fiddle (aka, violin) and I pray the poor teacher let's them come back again. And they stomp and they stamp in their new clogging shoes, and I pop some more asprin; this headache's bad news. But I just grin and bear it, 'Cuz I'm a proud dad And now, three years later... this isn't half bad. Their fidd'ling's more fidd'lish Even "Charlie Daniels"-esque, And their feet stomp the rhythm, It's not so grotesque. I'll keep paying for lessons, though they cost more than gold, so the kids can entertain their dear Dad when I'm old.