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,
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