From the items stored in the attic,
it was certainly quite pragmatic,
that the occupant had been as report,
a doctor of the archaeological sort.

Though the time I had known him was brief,
his loss filled me with exceeding grief.
As I continued looking I did find
a private catalog that nearly blew my mind.

Within in its pages contained a key
with a note addressed solely to me.
It was coded so only I could read.
Please keep the findings hidden the message did plead.

I was guided to a metal box,
secured by a chain and a padlock.
I inserted the key into the hole,
and after some jiggling of it, obtained my goal.

When I looked inside I got a surprise.
I wasn't sure I could even believe my eyes.
It was certainly not meant for display;
though in it a mummy in full repose, did lay.

It seemed like a strange thing to request;
still I would attempt to do my best,
to ensure the press got no wind of it,
to keep the mummy under wraps, I'd do my my bit.