13nd in Hey, buddy, got a light?

I must stop this day from coming.
It mustn’t arrive in packages, boxes, or bags.
They’ll rouse on wambinglers and floomtinglers.
And all the noise, noise, noise.
Then it’s final.
I’ll stop my birthday from coming. Again.
D-don’t try this yourself, you are not even a trained perfeshinal.
I am all kinds of profisherman, so, I know what I am doing.
You don’t, though, so don’t.
I don’t want to get a call at 3 in the morning, with mom telling me cindy lou who tried to imitate what I done did on the tv box.
Ok?