A marigold tent
With sparkling yellow stars,
Made of smooth silk cloth
Held upright by metal bars

The lady in the tent,
Dressed in green and red,
Gold beads sewn on her flowing skirts,
A turban wrapped around her head

On an antique table,
Is a clear glass quite small
The secret to her predictions
The magical crystal ball

A cloud of crimson dust
Swirling round and round,
With tiny silver stars
The crystal looks like planet Mars

There she waits
Alone in the tent
Waiting patiently and quietly
To predict someone's future