Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves

Ali Baba and the forty thieves
They had some cards up on their sleeves
Those naughty tricksy foxy foes
Though they had to stand on their toes

To reach the diamonds, it was their aims
And they could walk on floors of flames
But their cunning mothers were the trickiest
And they had to come on home really fast

Their song was ugly and childish as a dodo
Starting with "drink up me smarties yo ho"
They truly relied upon their remarkable brains
But while thinkin, one always said "oh, these thinkin' pains"

Forty were the thieves, with Mr. Baba forty one
Forty was the chosen number, and indeed a good one
The problem was they were too many
And they stumbled upon each other like some silly nanny

The gang liked to play, dance and sing
Among burglars and criminals, a common thing
And often on boring arabian nights
They thought "naah, for today enough of fights"

Hamud Bebe was the expert on knifes
Abdulah Dada the one with sixty wives
Bidel Hidi felt at peace sleeping on the floor
And Ebdibul Bubu simply liked the number four

There wasn't much to do, on this burning land
Except perhaps counting yellow grains of sand
It is said some old Adin Din knew the total of them all
But he died before he had time to write it on a wall

One of these days Ali Baba had a nightmare
One of those called a darn good scare
Something about bombs blood and tombs
He said "gotta do something to prevent our dooms"

He realized all the arabian minds were a mess
"Yeah, we're pretty loopy, I've gotta confess"
So in order to be remembered as something nice
He conjured a plan, with sugar and spice

"Ali Baba and the forty thieves", sounds swell
Guys and swords, it's ordinary but oh well
Anyway, a great legend will never be a shame
So a legend and a story they happily did became.