From dusk ‘til dawn, a vast desert land,
Camel caravans through the golden sand.
Among the Bedouins they would retreat,
Surrounded by tea, spices and delicacies to eat.
A warm breeze carries the incense smoke,
Laughter around the shisha as they joke.
At nightfall, they return to their coveted treasure,
Hidden in a cave, it’s a sight of pleasure.
“Open Sesame”, enter if you please,
To the mystical tale of the Forty Thieves.