I ran for my math book, I grabbed it right back, Told thief he better, Get out or get smacked! Then thief spun around, Declared number war, A war that I’d win, Just like before… I’d answer his questions, To deal his defeat, New Year or last year, My victory’s sweet! One minute ‘til midnight, He screamed 36, I was already tired, Of his New Year’s Eve tricks… I said 36, You’ll have to agree, 36 is always, 12 x ____