Brandon Branson has no pants on.
That's how he must stay:
When he's bad, he learns, his Daddy
Takes his pants away.

Nine years old! That boy, I'm told
Spends half his life in trouble!
Each time, Bran's learned, he knows what's earned:
A spanking on the double!

He's quickly led out to the shed.
His father shuts the door.
Dad shakes his head; few words are said,
But: "Here we go once more."

Dad orders:"Doff your pants now. Off!"
And if perchance his son
Should ask him why, comes the reply:
"'Cause that's the way it's done!

"No use to beat you through the seat
Of pants or underwear;
The licks I deal, you're going to feel:
So get your bottom bare!"

Is there a chance? Bran holds his pants
Just down below the rear
His Dad yells: "Hey! Off all the way!"
Brandon obeys in fear.

Now nude below the waist, he'll go
Across his father's knee.
What's that he's felt? Oh, no! The belt!
Dad swings it--one, two, three!

The boy cries, "OW!" and yells,"EEYOW!"
Each time Dad swats his hiney;
Dad just stops when the boy's butt's then
All sore ands red and shiny!

Each time the strap makes a loud WHAP,
Most of the neighborhood
Hears poor Bran bawl,- Twelve times in all!
Dad really whipped him good!

After a rest, "May I get dressed?"
Brandon begins to plead.
Says Dad:"No way! Pants off all day!
That's just the style you need!"

"Please, one more chance! Let me wear pants!
I'll be so good!" Bran begs.
"Don't send me out to go about
In undies and bare legs!

"'See Brandon there in underwear!'
Kids laugh, and swat my seat.
And grown-ups smile: 'See the new style!'
And Grannies say:'How sweet!'"

But there's no hope' Dad's mind's made up,
So arguing's no use,
And all that day Bran has to play
In briefs, shirt, socks and shoes.

And that's the way; Dad has his say,
And so, till time for bed,
Bran stays inside and tries to hide,
Keeps quiet and blushes red.

Brandon Branson has no pants on!
That's how he must stay.
When he's bad, he learns, his Daddy
Takes his pants away!