Farewell old pants and worn out fly
Though they're blest since here I lie
and here with lissom limbs I run
beneath the moon, beneath the sun
Pants of good and pants of fell,
Some so fair I cannot tell.
Though all to ruin fell my pants
and then I went on this old rant,
Re-made into a better pair
I hope to
God they do not tear
The dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea-
All my new pants were meant to see.
nice
did u make it up of find it somewhere?