I'm waiting for that giant silver bird
It's so giagantic it can't possibly fly
If I want to see the Pyramids
I'll have to trust and give it a try
I'm leaving now with some trusted friends
For the Land of the Pharohs, ancient and dry
When we arrive we'll don our hats
Or maybe first a drink to celebrate
Before we retire to our flats.
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