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.