Two archaeologists with tools
In that far land where pharaohs ruled
Were the first to notice it.
Some faded parchment buried there
Filled up with writing very rare
In a foreign kind of script.

With no idea what it meant
Quite hastily, the page was sent
To the college in Cairo.
For days they pondered on the page
And called in every linguist sage
But no one seemed to know.

'Twas not a language they had seen.
What could those scribbled symbols mean?
The message wasn't clear.
They compared with every language known
And even the Rosetta stone...
No answer did appear.

What secrets could this paper hold?
What message waiting to be told?
And...was it from this earth?
Or, possibly, it came to be
From some far distant galaxy
Where it had been given birth?

To NASA it was sent with haste,
Computers ran a frenzied pace
To try to find the key.
But it was all such gibberish
Although they worked till feverish
No answer did they see.

So, finally, they shut things down
Knowing no answer would be found
And, wearily went home.
So they were never to discover
The parchment that they had uncovered
Was one of Toerag's poems!