On holiday in Cairo in a crumbling souk of old,
Little Bobby Mumbles found an ancient lamp of gold.
With a breathy gasp of wonder, Bobby rubbed the dusty side,
Unleashing Ali Baba who had long been trapped inside.
The genie stared at Bobby who then blinked back in surprise,
Spluttered out a greeting, swallowed twice and rubbed his eyes.
‘Three wishes have I got for you,’ the genie coughed and wheezed.
‘Three wishes?’ mumbled Bobby with a frown as genie sneezed.
‘You’ll have to speak more clearly.’ Genie pointed to one ear.
‘It’s dusty in a magic lamp, and I can hardly hear.’
‘My first wish is for money, please.’ The genie said, ‘Alright.’
‘My second is for extra eyes so I have Super Sight.
My third is that I wish to fly.’ The genie gave a nod.
‘Your wishes shall be granted though I think them rather odd!’
‘Your first wish was for honey bees.’ A buzzing filled the night.
Your second was for exercise. A gym is on your right.
Your third wish was the strangest and I’ll never quite know why,
However, if you wish it, Bobby Mumbles you may die!’