The land of sand
Blows past the grip of the small hand
The unknown facts and mystery
Engulfing the cloud of history
Monuments that date way back
Like giant heaps on the memories track
The jewelleries of Cleopatra
Stand like a crown on Africa.
The waters kiss the shore of Nile
Pharaohs walk upon protecting the aisle
The tombs are the most magnificent
Golden seems to be the only paint
Standing proudly are the giant pyramids
The wonder world of the adult and the kids
The rooms designed with diamonds and gold
The myth of afterlife never gets old.
Generations of precious tombs
Stuffed with cloth,food and combs
Hidden away from the robber
Amidst the Valley of Kings too far
The mommy is a way to the curse
A tool to frighten the mass
Rising from the dead seems no fun
How Tut died knows none.
One however remains spared
For Tutankhamun each one cared
The last pharaoh to be left alone
Sometimes missing organs sometimes a bone;
A name that shines is of Carter
Curious expeditions knows no bar
A question rises not to often
How old is Sphinx wrote no pen.
Mummies with their mouth agape
Adding scariness to the shape
Nefertiti casts a shadow on the cloud of doom
As she disappears like a witch on her broom
The Great pyramid of Giza rings a bell
The tales find it hard to tell
The carvings on the sarcophagus
The number of chambers adding to the fuss.
Mysteries of sand and Nile
A quest stretches over a hundred mile
The lost kingdom of Yam
Lost in the sands beyond the dam
Khufu and Hetepheres raise doubts
The royal blood line hiding abouts
Mommies play hide and seek
Real life stories or imagination's peek?
Blows past the grip of the small hand
The unknown facts and mystery
Engulfing the cloud of history
Monuments that date way back
Like giant heaps on the memories track
The jewelleries of Cleopatra
Stand like a crown on Africa.
The waters kiss the shore of Nile
Pharaohs walk upon protecting the aisle
The tombs are the most magnificent
Golden seems to be the only paint
Standing proudly are the giant pyramids
The wonder world of the adult and the kids
The rooms designed with diamonds and gold
The myth of afterlife never gets old.
Generations of precious tombs
Stuffed with cloth,food and combs
Hidden away from the robber
Amidst the Valley of Kings too far
The mommy is a way to the curse
A tool to frighten the mass
Rising from the dead seems no fun
How Tut died knows none.
One however remains spared
For Tutankhamun each one cared
The last pharaoh to be left alone
Sometimes missing organs sometimes a bone;
A name that shines is of Carter
Curious expeditions knows no bar
A question rises not to often
How old is Sphinx wrote no pen.
Mummies with their mouth agape
Adding scariness to the shape
Nefertiti casts a shadow on the cloud of doom
As she disappears like a witch on her broom
The tales find it hard to tell
The carvings on the sarcophagus
The number of chambers adding to the fuss.
Mysteries of sand and Nile
A quest stretches over a hundred mile
The lost kingdom of Yam
Lost in the sands beyond the dam
Khufu and Hetepheres raise doubts
The royal blood line hiding abouts
Mommies play hide and seek
Real life stories or imagination's peek?
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