On the thirty third of Januaugust On the thirty third of Januaugust, Right before Octember, A strange thing didn't happen That I always won't remember. At eleven in the afternoon, While making midnight brunch, I poured a glass of sandwiches And baked a plate of punch. Then I climbed up on my head to see The silver sky of green, And danced around my feet because I'd turned eleventeen. A parade began to end And music started not to play, As rain came out and snowed all night That warm and sunny day. That was how it didn't happen as I keenly don't remember, on the thirty third of Januaugust, right before Octember.