My Son, the Punk Rocker

So last night as I sat in the living room wiping The Widget's nose and waiting for DramaBoy to finish pooping so I could go wipe a different part of anatomy, I heard an unusual noise coming from the bathroom. DramaBoy had insisted the door be closed so that "[The Widget] can't come in, Mommy!" and he had apparently decided to make the most out of the echoing acoustics. To my mild shock and wild amusement, DramaBoy produced a remarkably Screamo-like* rendition of "Baa, Baa, Black Sheep"--rhythm, pauses, and dramatic emphasis included. It's hard to put into writing, but essentially he was screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs, with a markedly "musical" aspect:

BAA! BAA! -----------------BLACK SHEEP!
HAVE YOU ANY -----------WOOOOOOL!
YES SIR!
YES SIR!
THREEEEE-------BAAAAAGS---------FUUUUUULL!
ONE FOR MY-----MASTER!
ONE FOR MY-----DAME!
ONE FOR THE LITTLE BOY---------WHO LIVES----------DOWN THE LAAAANE!
BAA! BAA!------------------BLACK SHEEP!
HAVE----YOU--------------ANY WOOL!
YES-------SIR!
YES-------SIR!
THREE BAGS FULL!
BAAAAAA!
BAAAAAA!
BAA!
BLACK SHEEP!

All that was needed was a driving cacophany of electric guitars and drums as accompaniment!

I'm so proud.

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*It should be noted that while I am aware of Screamo through my students, it's not a genre I particularly like. The lyrics can be quite powerful and well-written, but for some reason I prefer some actual melody and, oh, SINGING in my music. You know, rather than having ballad-like lyrics screamed at me.