In Yer He-ad...

My brain made up the following song while I was procrastinating from getting dressed this morning:

(to the tune of There's a Hole In My Bucket)

Oh, where are your pants,
Dear Laura, dear Laura?
Oh, where are your pants,
Dear Laura, your pants?

I hate them,
Dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry.
I hate them,
Dear Henry.
I hate my pants.