Tootin' Common

What is that curious smell wafting down from grandpa’s room? Kind of a cross between burnt toast and a mummy’s forgotten tomb. I can tell that it is cinnamon toast of that I am sure, The kind of tomb, I will admit, is still a little obscure. Eighteenth dynasty Egyptian Valley of the Kings is what I think, Whatever it is, it’s definitely royal Pharaohic mummy stink. How rare and exotic I ponder as deeply I inhale The scent of old King Tut I know, my nose will never fail. Then gramps comes tootin’through the room like a mad bomber bombin’ Nothing special in here after all, just plain old tootin’ common.