Ev'ry woman, ev'ry man, join the caravan of love
Pants up! Pants up!(shurely 'pants down' - ed.)

And why, forsooth, are you accompanied
By these pants, so dank and tawdry?

He was known as 'Mad Carew
By the subs at Kathmandu,
He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell,
But, for all his foolish pants,
He was worshipped in the ranks,
And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well.
John Milton, The Green Pants of the Little Yellow God.

Yet still
He stares with silent unforgiving eye
Blood gushes forth from out his gaping pants
And yet stains not the ground! See! How he points
A bloody **nger, as he might accuse.