Four Stringed Kangaroo

Hey, thanks for sticking with me

When I was just an amateur.

Hey, thanks for never judging

When I solo without practice

And don't know what I'm doing

And can't find the notes I know you have.

Hey, thanks for sticking with me

At every concert,

Your flame maple top

Is cool to the touch

And keeps me from panic.

Hey, thanks for never judging

When I screw up real bad--

You don't stop me playing

But encourage the notes

Because all notes are good

As long as they're played.

Hey, thanks for sticking with me

When I almost gave you up.

When I feel weak

And insignificant

Compared to the masters

That surround me.

Hey, thanks for not judging

When I smile recklessly

And play without abandon

Because I guess,

To you I'm a master too.

Hey, thanks for sticking with me

Staying home for long days at a time

And staying solidly in tune

Waiting for me to remember you

To sit down with you again

And practice what I always knew.

Hey, thanks for not judging me

When I don't know a chart

You don't resist my attempts

To relearn the song on stage

But you hum it loud and clear

Because I'm right, even if I don't know it.

Hey, thanks for sticking with me

Making me a part of something,

Even if I sometimes falter,

You never do.

Your shape is the same

And beautifully familiar,

And I never want to let it go.

Hey, thanks for not judging me

Even though most probably should

When I'm playing in the hallway

And can't hear myself over the others

Walking past me to more important things.

Hey, thanks for sticking with me,

Kangaroo.

It's a silly name but

I heard it once in a dream

And anything regarding a dream

I think, fits you.