"GRAVE CONSEQUENCES" Archaeologists,  it's said, Are fascinated with the dead. They dig them up with crass  impunity And sanctimonious immunity. For centuries the dead repose In blissful slumber, I suppose, Until these chaps, igniting ferment, Arrive to start their disinterment. It seems to make them really happy To spring  a mummy (or a pappy), To wantonly undo her wrappings, And gleefully  display her trappings. If it were solely up to me, I'd shout, "Begone, and  let her be!" And then I'd send one last decree up: "I'll raise a stink if you dig ME up!"