What Was I Scared Of

What was I Scared of

Well. I was walking in the nightAnd I saw nothing scary. For I have never been afraidOf anything. Not very.

Then I was deep within the woodsWhen, suddenly, I spied them. I saw a pair of pale green pantsWith nobody inside them! I wasn't scared. But, yet, I stopped. What could those pants be there for?What could a pair of pants at nightBe standing in the air for?

And then they moved! Those empty pants! They kind of started jumping. And then my heart, I must admit, It kind of started thumping. So I got out. I got out fastAs fast as I could go, sir. I wasn't scared. But pants like thatI did not care for. No, sir.

After that, a week went by. Then one dark night in Grin-itch(I had to do an errand there And fetch some Grin-itch spinach). . . Well, I had fetched the spinach. I was starting back through townWhen those pants raced round a cornerAnd they almost knocked me down! I lost my Grin-itch spinachBut I didn't even care. I ran for home! Believe me, I had really had a scare! Now, bicycles were never madeFor pale green pants to ride 'em, Especially spooky pale green pantsWith nobody inside 'em!

And the NEXT night, I was fishingFor Doubt-trout on Roover River When those pants came rowing toward me! Well, I started in to shiver. And by now I was SO frightenedThat, I'll tell you, but I hate to. . . I screamed and rowed away and lostMy hook and line and bait, too!