It was a day like no other in fall,/ One mix-up in pants would mess up this day,/ A few inches; the difference was small,/ As she felt the cold breeze she thought no way.// One look down at her ankles and she saw,/ She has mistakenly put on spring clothes,/ Her shirt was for winter; no other flaw,/ At least is not a day when it snowed.// All day at school she stood behing and hid,/ Eventually she told a group of friends,/ They laughed; she was unaware what they did,/ It happened just as the day was to end.// Announcements came on and she heard her name,/ "Come check out Mrs. Timko's pants," boy they came.//