O, Tim I brought my pants at four,

To fix so I could wear again

But the hole is back within

O Tim the terrible tailor

You attempt to fix what’s been tore

But all you do is a shoddy job

O Tim your hands are useless globs

O Tim the terrible tailor

Hey ho diddly door

I brought in pants with a rip

But you turned and gave me lip

O Tim the terrible tailor