Three Wishes On a Sandy Beach

It was a hot summers day Along the beach I walked I came upon a strange bottle And it entered my thoughts Hearing stories so young About genies and lamps Cowboys and Indians Gypsies and tramps I sit on the sands Holding this bottle of old If this was my genie What am I about to be told On the bend of its neck Theres a golden rim I give it a rub As I get a feeling from within I have been granted three wishes But there are rules to be adhered No resurrection or money No more wishes will be spared My very first wish Is to go way back in time To watch York Minster being built A grand cathedral so fine The second of my wishes Is also to the past To the times of the Dinosaurs Earths giants that did not last The third and last of my three wishes American lands first white man To protect whats rightfully theirs And leave their destiny, in their hands