The sands of time

Rise and fall

They ever chime

That futile call

For Eternity ring

A Pharaoh’s fall

What stone thing

Do I now see

With head of King

Here’s the key

A cat the rest

A lion free

No nose attest

To many a year

With no success

For robbers hear

Of treasure bright

 So greed appear

Come forth at night

Crack the tomb

For gold they fight

Now empty room

Filled with light

Curators groom

As tourist sight