Oh, my favorite pants, how you’ve managed to hold.

Keeping my legs nice and warm

Through the rain, snow, wind, and cold.

Through the years you’ve grown so old

Losing your shape, your original form

Oh, my favorite pants, how you’ve managed to hold.

I remember when you were first bought, your color so bold.

No cuts or holes, your silhouette still untorn.

Through the rain, snow, wind, and cold.

You protected my shins from the allergic itch of marigold,

Kept me dry from that one violent storm,

Oh, my favorite pants, how you’ve managed to hold.

Simple and sleek, on my legs you were a sight to behold.

Matched with any outfit, my ego enorm.

Through the rain, snow, wind, and cold.

My pants, I’ll always take pride when I fold

If you were to be lost or damaged, I could only mourn.

Oh, my favorite pants, how you’ve managed to hold.

Through the rain, snow, wind, and cold.