Superiority
Mummy, mummy!
Vamps can sleep,
Ghosts can weep,
But mummies leap those feeble feats!
Mummy, mummy!
Sand, sun, and storm!
Our formaldehyde
Flows pure with jest and pride!
Mummy, mummy!
Reaps can scythe,
Lich phylactersize,
But mummies ride a higher tide!
Sarcophagi lined with noble stories!
To which each mummy adds new pages!
Together we stand strong,
Bandages for the ages!
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