These pants are blue
These pants are of no importance to you
For they are my pants
Every morning I pull on my pants
Because I can wear them without a belt
They are my favorite pair of pants
And I have never washed them
My mom bought me these pants
I said, “ I want those pants.”
She said, “Are you sure?”
I said “Yes.”
I got the pants
Teachers look at me and say
Young man, you might go far someday
(I think it’s the pants!)
I like these pants
I wear my pants in my van
I wear these pants despite the heat
I can stick it to the man
In these pants
If you saw a picture
of these pants of mine so dear
You would scoff, wrinkle your face
And say, “ Those are but pants.”
But I like these pants
I can dance in these pants
Which would be great
If I could dance
Some things cannot be helped
Even when wearing these pants
I walk the town in these pants
I spy on people, too
Around the corner, I see France
Maybe soon, I’ll see you
You will say
“I like those pants”
And I will think you cute
And we will dance
In our pants
For I can dance, with you.
_DZ
