Genie
In a bottle
Imprisoned in a bottle
A lamp or silver urn
In Arabic folklore
Waiting for a turn
To be rubbed and let out.
And grant my magic wishes.
Someone to tidy up the house
And wash the dirty dishes.
If I had three wishes
Which ones would I take
What would be the very best
And sure to take the cake
I know there is no Genie.
Yet if there’s something to find
There is nothing more powerful
Then the genius of my mind
If I want something
I know I must be careful
To ask for only that
Which is valuable and helpful
If I ask for too much
Or riches past my reckoning
The blackbird may come home to roost
And not of my beckoning
I am a man of good fortune
And I want for nothing
And if there were a Genie
He may be the second coming
©
David Rudder
2014
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