“Quickly, Indiana!” Screamed his young sidekick
“Grab and bag that Ramadan
Before the beasts come quick!”
Indiana held his breath, outstretching his fingers
The kufi on his head slipping, sweat beginning to linger
That jewel, that priceless treasure stood
Tantalizing to his finger tips
Shining like an unearthly maid
Aromatic as a tulip