Beware.
Beware!
Oh, please take care,
For the belts are coming out tonight.
As they were once meant to,
The belts shall do,
Keeping your pants at the proper hight.
Beware.
Beware!
The belts come out tonight!
Don't be a fool,
For it is not "cool"
For your pants to be hanging so low.
Beware.
Beware!
Tonight come the belts.
What is it these days,
That make us think these ways,
That your butt hanging out is...
Alright?
Beware.
Beware!
I welcome the belts,
They perhaps can fix it,
The problem that riddles the streets,
Of low hanging pants and the lacking of belts,
Keeping up pants for once and for all.
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