I am here on an archaeological quest

to satisfy many a curious mind's request

for knowledge on antiques and arte-facts

of Egypt's long extinct historical facts

in treasured sands buried,like gold mines earnestly

sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.

With a large contingent just as curious as I,

hardly daunted by curses,but with shoulders high,

went to the field, with the Sun baking us perhaps

to a baker's delight. With our rumpled maps,

we yonder searched, bitten as we went by perhaps

a million Flies, getting relief from Sunless skies

in times of fair weather, whilst hoping something lies

in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes

to see. With my tools by hard work and search worn out,

I brushed to full view the tomb, brilliantly carved out

of young blue-blooded Tut, regally laid to rest.

To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest;

"to exhume the past, we are here at last".