The things a merciful and clement Wazir must endure.

How surely one can tell the expert from the amateur.

Dear hand, deft hand, clever and facile

Remedy Fun companion to me

From my birth, sweetheart.

Swift hand, spinner of fable and fantasy,

Faithful friend of my heart, would they rend us apart?

Were then my spirited wit my mercurial charm, am I fated to

it with an elbow and arm and no digits

Top them off if they lop.

How could I plead with you?

How could I pray to you?

I won't deceive with you.

What could I say to you?

This is becoming a ball.

When you tell a story, amorous or gory, you can tell it best if you just

Suppose the mighty Sinbad meets a djinn who's been bad.

They can guess the rest if you just

A tongue is a tongue and a lung is a lung and a tail that can shout or sing without

Nothing.

Nothing.

Shoot your hair asari.

Unulate her body.

That can be expressed if you just, can be assessed if you just, should be undressed if you just tick.

You lay.

Tell you I was walking by the sea and found a genie in a bottle.

That's right.

Right!

Right!

But if I say the bottle was salty.

Salty.

So was the genie.

So was the genie.

I pulled the coat and threw the jug and covered up my eyes.

And the smoke began to curl.

And the smoke began to swirl.

And it swirled and it whirled and it curled and it swirled.

As high as it did rise.

Till it was so high.

So high.

And so was the genie.

So was the genie.

Then too great.

arms reached down and lifted me up, up, up, up, up into the sky.

And we did fly, Virginia and I, we did sail.

Is this a tale?

This is a tale!

Are you convinced?

We are convinced!

For the facile finger Listeners will linger

They will be impressed if you jest, applaud with zest if you jest, if it's a question of a story.

Gordy, Sinbad, Inbad, Buck, Smoke, Genie, Arms, Fly, Sky, High, Ice, Fate.

Reiterate.

This is good life.

With your heart