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