Hear! Hear! I am your genie Command me, oh master! I'll fulfill any wishes that could be I could do anything for you, only faster You say you want the ability to fly? Well your wish is my command! Now you can take the skies Do you have another demand? No? Then I'll be going, For I have many-a-things to do In the mighty skies you must get rowing Build your own crew! The genie disappears The master is greedy He takes his arms and flaps his gears Flying totally a-breezy Alas! The clouds are stormy And the sky is black Sad for him, he wasn't gormy Never noticing what he lacks He doesn't have a boat Nor a crew, nor a sail Nor does he have a single oar Nothing could bail The thunder struck low And he was fried But what he did not know Was that the genie always lied