Come on, baby, let’s view the Sphinx;
there’s a tale the French abused Sphinx.
In the middle of the sand, not in the pink.
Oh yeah, Sphinx ’braded, faded Sphinx.
Oh no, ain’t no lynx
on that body, nix!. . .lion-man mix.

The creature ain’t creepin’; it’s sittin’ on the ground.
Can’t be nasal seepin’, cause nose off has been ground.
We’re glimpsin’ Sphinx ’n’ lids ’r’ blinkin’
post-coffee, coarsely ground.

Gaze at that Sphinx, that crazy Sphinx
after them caffeine drinks.
It ain’t gonna slink, that sand-sunk Sphinx.

Now we have seen in sitting Sphinx:
someone mean, once hitting Sphinx.
Although it’s made out of rock
it shows many chinks.

Giza’s where Sphinx was raised; the Sphinx
it isn’t in the pink.
On Web, many links about the Sphinx.