Were you weeping? Did you cry? Did you wipe tears from your eye? No; I see you haven't wiped. Your pants, once new, are old and striped. Striped with greed, Striped with sin. Go and put them in the bin. Oh, I see. Now you weep. Go to bed and go to sleep! New pants in the morn you'll find. Fresh; untouched by your behind. And if they e'er with brown are lined You'll find I shall be most unkind. What? You've found my secret trove? Hidden 'neath the mangrove grove? Put that back! 'Tis not for you! No! I swear! That's not my poo! NOOOO!!!!!