A Genie is a friend to man
They do all for you, all that they can
In a poof of smoke, they emurge to help you
Saying, Master I give you three wishes not two
You make your wishes, you make then right
And when you're done, they say good-night
And in another poof of smoke, they go back in their lamp to await
Another Master in need of some good fate
They are a slave to time, a slave to you
So rub that lamp and make your wishes come true

Written and © by Volcana 1998


 

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