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.
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