Courtesy of ChatGTP with two modifications by me.
Nate woke up, and to his dismay,
His pants had vanished, run away!
He searched the house from room to room,
But found no trace, no pants, no loom.
With every step, his knees were bare,
The cool air nipped, but he didn't care.
He marched outside, a brave new stance,
A man of freedom, no pants, just chance.
The world did stare, but Nate stood tall,
No pants to hold him, yet he'd walk tall.
He laughed aloud, a carefree grin,
For in his heart, he knew he'd win.
For Nate without pants, you see,
Is more than free—he's got liberty!