Once in a land called Pantsville,
Lived a little boy named Bill.
He was a mischievous lad,
Who loved to play and thrill.
One day, as Bill was playing in the park,
He felt a rumble in his belly,
He tried to hold it in, but it was too late,
And soon his pants were smelly.
"Oh no!" cried Bill, "What have I done?"
He looked around, but no one was near,
He tried to hide the mess with his jacket,
But it was clear, he had something to fear.
But just then, a kind old man,
Came walking by, with a twinkle in his eye,
He saw poor Bill, standing all alone,
And he knew just what to do, to make it right.
"Come here, my boy," the old man said,
"Don't be ashamed, we've all had a little accident,
Just take off your pants, and let me help you,
We'll get you cleaned up in a jiffy, no need to be resentful."
Bill did as he was told,
And soon he was feeling much better,
But as he was about to put on his clean clothes,
The old man's hands wandered, and Bill felt a shudder.
"What are you doing?" cried Bill,
"That's not okay, stop it right now!"
But the old man didn't listen,
And he kept touching Bill, even though he was getting loud.
Bill tried to push the old man away,
But the old man was too strong,
He pinned Bill down, and wouldn't let go,
Until Bill was crying and feeling so wrong.
Just then, a group of children,
Came running by, and saw what was happening,
They screamed and yelled for help,
And soon, the old man was running away, and was quickly glamping.
The children helped Bill up,
And called the police, to make sure the old man was caught,
Bill was shaken and scared,
But he was also grateful, for the children who had fought.
And so, Bill learned his lesson,
To be careful of strangers, and their intentions,
He lived happily ever after,
In the land of Pantsville, where he was safe from harm, and had no more apprehensions.