The drumming grew louder, And I got appalled, The drumming was coming, From behind my room’s wall… It sounded like someone, Was locked behind there,
And I knew it was thief, With his greenish-blue hair… And then my wall cracked, Like thin autumn ice, I grabbed my math homework, The thief was not nice… The bad number thief, Popped out of the crack, And stared at my notebook, His lips he did smack, I could see he was evil, The worst man alive, Worse than 45 bee stings, Which is 9 x ____