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They gathered in the desert, shovels, maps and picks in hand,

Claiming ownership of all which lay asleep beneath the sand,

And, like drooling dogs in search of prey, their quarry was unearthed,

But, not any one among them paused to heed the mummy's curse.

The seekers toiled and labored all the night to excavate,

Delving deeply 'till they heard the pit emit a stony scrape.

As the dust withdrew, unveiled the tomb, the men cried out with mirth,

But in all their jubilation none recalled the mummy's curse.

With greedy eyes they pried the stone that sealed this ancient crypt,

By the dim torch light to guide their climb, into the dark they slipped,

Gleaming treasure then reflecting frenzied filling of each purse,

But among the coins and jewels purloined, they packed the mummy's curse.

They lived as wealthy men, but then, one stone, men cannot buy,

And their cherished treasures were interred among them when they died.

Thus in later days, marauders came and saw their fates reversed.

Time will steal all riches from us. Suffer all, the mummy's curse.