If a Genie were to appear, with a scribbling pad and a pen.
And if he were to ask you what you’d wish to have,
what would you wish for?
Would you wish for riches or would you prefer fame?
Sparkling bits of happiness
Sprinkled on your name?
Would you like to be taller, or smaller
Fitter or fatter.Thisser or thatter.
The genie starts to pace now, irritated by your indecision
Looks at you sharply
And you began to tremble?
I don’t know about you, but I know what I’d do.
I’d raise my two fingers nervously
And say Just Peace Please
