With what joy girl and boy
Have always loved to look,
In that great big wonderful book;
Magic lamps, harem vamps,
Reward their hungry glance,
Tales of wonder, love and romance. Arabian
Nights, golden nights,
Dear delights of oriental mystery;
Aladdin bold, Sinbad old,
All have read the fascinating history;
The plots old Ali weaves,
With forty thieves as satelites,
In Bagdad, nobody was sad,
What a time they had
Through those Arabian Nights.
Burning lights through the nights
To read each story through,
That’s what I did, how about you!
Laughed and wept ’till I slept,
Then dreamed about the book,
Waking up to take one more look.