there was an old Sultan with thoughts quite transcendent
his time on the earth 10,000 yrs as a pendant
he was wise beyond measure and so was his treasure
many talents of gold with jewels that were inlaid there
but with all of his riches nothing made him smile
more than his bitches who danced and tapped
cymbols and tickled his itches...spinning and
whirling they made him dizzy with glee
till he had all of them come and sit on his knee
petting and purring he pampered and delighted
them with all the fruits and drink from his trees
he sang the Song of Solomon and whistled
in the breeze a tune of Ali BaaBaa and the 4 T Eves
"Open says ami" he'd utter his command
and the women all layed down and gave him d'sand
and from the jewels in there bellies he populated there land
