I’d done my math homework,
Early that day,
So I could have extra time,
To hang out and play…

But like every time,
They left me alone,
The thief was there waiting,
To break into my home…
Number thief out there,
That really mean thief,
Who stole all my numbers,
Like a tree grows a leaf…

Numbers I wrote,
He’d grab from my book,
He was the most horrible,
Bully and crook!

If the thief had stolen 7 numbers each time he broke into my house,
and he had come 11 times, how many numbers had he stolen?