There was a boy with saggy clothes
with sleeves that stretched down to his toes
whose belt and buttons could not be found,
whose pockets trailed down on the ground.

His classmates all would laugh at him.
His grandma said it was a sin.
His teachers told him that he could not,
(But Sally thought that it was "hot.")

At last the boy had had his fill
Of such unpleasing ridicule.
So he grew to be twelve feet tall,
and then his clothes were all too small.