The Riches of Shangri-La, Part 1

Slowly the caravan made its way
Into the village seeking rest for the day;

The mules were laden with huge leather sacks
And a grizzled old man rode one of their backs;

In unison the villagers all turned to stare
At the strange little group and the burdens they bear;

The man suddenly stopped and fell to the ground
And he spoke as the people gathered around;

“My life is ending, I near my last breath
But I have one final plea before my death;”

“Take these treasures back where they came
To that mystical place – Shangri-La is its name.”