Thief wasn’t happy,
I knew my times tables,
But he couldn’t remember,
His thoughts, without labels,
His voice faded out,
He couldn’t quite talk,
So he wrote the next question,
With red sidewalk chalk…

9 X 9’s what he wrote,
He wrote it in script,
I got a bit scared,
My stomach, it flipped…
Just for a second,
I couldn’t remember,
We’d learned that times fact,
Way back in September,
But then it came back,
And I knew I had won,
9 x 9
Is just ____