The drumming grew louder,
And I got appalled,
The drumming was coming,
From behind my room’s wall…
It sounded like someone,
Was locked behind there,

And I knew it was thief,
With his greenish-blue hair…
And then my wall cracked,
Like thin autumn ice,
I grabbed my math homework,
The thief was not nice…
The bad number thief,
Popped out of the crack,
And stared at my notebook,
His lips he did smack,
I could see he was evil,
The worst man alive,
Worse than 45 bee stings,
Which is 9 x ____