Jeannie: Grant Me These Three.
My dear sweet Jeannie,
don't be a meanie!
No holds barred,
Here they are:
I might aspire at first to what Solomon had,
wise enough to ask, forever grateful and glad.
Then my caprice might turn towards great wealth,
but in lieu of the gold, I surely settle for health.
And last, I would hope to find more than one friend,
who would be there throughout and there at the end.
Grant me these, Jeannie, then thank you, depart.
Forget all the rest for with these three I"ll start.
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