There was once a boy who forgot who he was,
He forgot the day of the week,
He forgot to floss,
He forgot his Birthday,
He forgot how to swim,
He would forget his head if it wasn’t screwed in,
One dark night his parents made a spell,
With Love it came directly from hell,
When he woke he felt happy, and then sad,
Then both at the same time, which sent him mad,
He could see the present, and recall the past,
But, for the rest of his days,
He would see the future last.