Yusef on his own,
Was thrown down the well,
Brought as a slave,
He worked all very well,
Until he was Accused,
And thrown in a cell.

Before this account,
Yusef was employed by a master,
Who entrusted him within his house,
When his master was out for the day,
His wife, tried to entice Yusef into an adulterous way,
He being humble, resisted her tempestuous ways,
She tore the shirt from his very back,
Mad with lust,
She wished for that.

On the masters return,
His wife drew flight,
And defended herself,
With adulterous lies.

The master knew Yusef,
As a honest slave,
Unconvinced, he turned for advice.

If your slave's shirt is torn from his back,
Then know that, your wife was the one who tore that.
On inspection of the shirt,
The master knew the account,
To save his respect,
He sent Yusef to the cells'.

Locked for eight years',
He began to tell,
The accounts of dreams',
Of dry lands,
And how it would be possible,
To sustain the seasons,
Within logical reasons'.

The king called upon Yusef,
After hearing the accounts,
Brought before the courtyard,
Yusef describe the dry seasons',
And how to herbage the wheat,
For the distribution, of the funds',
Amongst the kingdom,
To sustain the people,
From logical reasons'.