My teacher said, 'Just do your math—
it won't take long, you'll see! '
But when I turned to grab my book…
it vanished. Poof! (Not me.)
A rustling came beneath my bed—
a snuffling, inky nose.
A hedgehog munched my fractions,
wearing glasses (stolen prose!) .
'You're eating all my homework! '
'Correct! ' he crunched with glee.
'I only nibble problems
that add up incorrectly.'
Now every night I leave out
one wrong equation—just in case.
He rolls into a number-ball
and erases my mistakes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem