At the Royal Mummy Parade, a spectacle grand,
Egyptian Queen Tiye’s beauty took its stand,
Her captivating hair, a shimmering sight,
Unveiling a secret hidden from light.

In the heart of Egypt’s ancient land,
Amidst the pyramids, so grand,
Tiye’s hair shone brightest, a radiant crown,
In the Royal Mummy Parade renown.

The procession moved with a regal grace,
In a timeless, majestic pace,
Tiye’s presence, a whisper of history untold,
Her beauty a tale from days of old.

As the sun kissed her locks of gold,
A story of elegance and mysteries untold,
Her hair, like threads of spun sunlight,
In the parade’s glow, a mesmerizing sight.

I stood amidst the crowd, spellbound,
As Tiye’s secret was unveiled and found,
A beauty that transcended time’s cruel hand,
In Egypt’s ancient, storied land.

Her hair, a symbol of power and might,
A beacon in the ancient night,
At the Royal Mummy Parade, a queen’s allure,
A beauty eternal, pure and sure.

Tiye’s captivating beauty, a treasure untold,
In Egypt’s history, forever enrolled,
Her hair, a legacy that continues to shine,
At the majestic Royal Mummy Parade divine.