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
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