( New Band Parent's Lament)
Our daughter chose the band elective,
When she entered Senior High School.
She had wanted a horn, since the day she was born,
And she thought that the marching was cool.
The Band Parents first took four dollars,
Mugs and pins came to twenty-two more,
The band T-shirt was ten, and they got us again,
For a sticker to go on the door.
Her band shoes were twenty-six fifty,
Her band jacket was one thirty-four,
A flip folder was five, but she said she would strive,
Not to lose it and need any more.
We spent twenty at the Band Car Wash,
There's a ten dollar dry cleaning fee,
Then for lessons each month, we pay out forty bucks.
A tote bag totaled twelve-ninety-three.
Band chaperone's shirts were twelve
dollars,
Plus twelve dollars more for a spare.
And her instrument which cost us over a thou,
Needed ninety-nine bucks of repair.
Then she sold band bonbons to the
neighbors,
We bought stuff from their sons in return.
So now what do we do, with three pounds of fruit chews,
In a ten dollar green plastic urn?
We bought band cakes and also band
cookies,
So much band cheese that like mice we squeak!
And please let us explain, we don't mean to complain,
But we've eaten band pizza all week!
It was five ninety-five for her band
socks,
Two photo pins totaled just ten.
Then we thought we were through, but she needs some book too,
And we reached for our wallets again.
Our bank account's dwindled to nothing,
Now we feel we are likely to shriek!
Don't you see? Don't you know? There are four years to go!
She's been in band for only ONE week!
