Three Wishes Come True
I found a Genie within a bottle about two thousand years ago,
Still being on this earth today, the first wish you’ve gotta know.
Secondly I wished, that all my wishes would come true;
“Sorry”, said the Genie, “But what remains is only two.”
So then I made a wish that my life wouldn’t be so hairy,
Two thousand years a bald man, hair on my head there isn’t nary.
Lastly I wished, that I never would know strife;
So for two thousand years, I’ve never had a wife.
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