To the top of the house!
Thief said with a smirk,
Hurry up my bad brothers,
Let’s steal his math work!

They may have been tiny,
Like the size of my toe,
But they loved to eat numbers,
With numbers they’d grow!
The thief gave his brothers,
Some real hard high-fives,
They jumped into the air,
And flew through the skies…
Up to my roof,
The brothers all flew,
With thoughts that were mean,
My horror just grew!

If thief gave 6 of his brothers 6 high-fives each,
how many high-fives had he given in total?