Jeannie

On a dark hill north of town
Wearing a pretty gown

I found a little lamp
Just beside my camp

I rubbed it and appeared Jeannie
Who looked to be twenty

I demanded from him three wishes
To be laid out in dishes

My first was good health for my mom
Who was unwell at home

My second was fortune good
For my daughters who could

Live their life full
Without anyone’s pull

My third was a trip to Europe
Which was my dream and hope

The Jeannie granted happily
And I slept soundly.

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