My Pants Are Fun
My pants have bananas, lemons and limes.
Great for bogeying next to the New York Times
Jazzy and fun they bring me notorious rhymes.
I sashay on down to the building of March of Dimes.
These pants are catchy, they make me smile.
I hop to Chicago, down her Magnificent Mile.
Being in a bad mood could take me quite a while.
These pants are as happy as Oz’s yellow brick tile.
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