Oops Baby,
I have notes from the under too!
The watchman is from the under too
With a genie genie in a bottle
Now I have seen two
A father and son.
Molten fire in their eyes
Could be genie, djinn not Majini from the clouds
But walking our grounds too!
Thunder and lightning, so frightening me!
Karibu nyumbani Kwetu!
To get to the top
You have to fall thrice
And if two ain’t a wonderous duality
One for you, another for me too!
To find the mutants
The agent sat for a cup of tea
With Yvi of the arts, not ivY with the jar of hearts
Have you seen ivY?
Listening to you too
For to find one amid the Twins
We looked for a genie,
Genie genie in a bottle let’s not make three!
Bonjour, ewe nanu?
Mirror mirror on my wall
show me who has eyes on you!
A for Aboosto,
B for Bereans,
C for cats, Meow!
Air full of G-strings, above and below!
Yvi walks, too?
Like Jesus walked;
Not in the underground,
But out in the streets like the two majini:
could be angels in the streets, did you see that too?
Not a genie in the clouds!
Maybe majini,
Hunting and fishing for men,
Oops babies!
There is a girl and there is a boy too!
One is black and the other white like you.
Djinn or genie in the clouds,
From the watchman in the underground,
A human? A djinn, which are you?
“I’m a Goat I chew the grass, just like you!”
And make great sacrifices, apparently, too!
Plop plob blob bop was not the sound of the drums but Mary in the drums
As he sang ‘Children are given in their sleep
She was being loud
While he was singing very softly
Arguing about a golden braid
A mirror on the wall
And the Philosophers stone.
He was interested in G-strings
He was never in the underground
And did not care about the clouds
He had left the tortoise, Achilles and the cat
A genie in a bottle
Had not finished her tea nor looked at her arts
His father and their son were looking for her
But like an elephant, forget the cats
There were only two.
Oops babies, Mommy now knows too!
Oops babies, I think we have two!
One for me, another for you too
I will go to the east, you go to the west
If you meet a genie, remember the djinni that lived in a bottle
He said there was someone else too but when I looked for him
And I could only find you.
I’m Kaye from the east
Why are you from the west?
Did you see one like me,
But looks like you?
Genie, or djinn, are you my genie living in my clouds!
Thunder and lightning so frightening you.
Oops babies!
There were two but now three!
One plus one was one.
One plus one plus one was still one…
A perfect trinity for a symphony of the three little mice
Rowing their boats
Gentle down the stream
Mary was merrily singing about the married!
“Her life was just like her dreams.”
If God will not listen,
A genie in the clouds would keep watch!
Power on, power off..
Thunder and lighting…
So, frightening you…
There is a mirror mirror on my wall
Show me who has eyes on you?
There are thousands of people who are
-just like you.
Genie genie show me your bag!
One tortoise and Achilles
have been stolen to Rome
Black and one had a violin
Have you seen any three little mice
Drowsy hearts…
Rocking my soul gently to sleep
Let me show you how to start a new round
Let me show you how to start a new life
I would be soft.
You could be loud but I was hoping we could start a new chapter
If I was your genie
Three wishes in the sky
One for you
Two for you
3n+1, we could have added two
Two for me two for you
A boy and a girl
Sailing down the stream
Merry, Lyne, merrily but you had to take one
Now we are three.
Is he a boy or is he a girl?
Mary, Lyne or? Merilyn
But you had to take one,
Now we are three?
Is he a boy or is she a girl
One with two moms
I saw in a dream…
Roar as you row on your boat.
Bonjour!
Je mappele Yvi
Je te trouve magnifique madame Yvi
When man fails, machine helps
not a bot but my Genie in the Sky
Are you god, demon or djinn
When the machine fails, my mind steps in…
Ai!
Bonjour!
Hello,
Habari yako?
Black and white is a perfect board for two
I will go on the white; the queen’s landing, asking Madame Yvi
a pawn, not in a losing game, picked a colour on the board
Elsa? what do you think you would pick
you are now in the West, please ask Mr. West
a pawn came with a message from the woods in the East
“Do you think this Djinn would be white or black?” asked the voice-
a genie on my wall;
mixing something in a bottle;
a scientist in my clouds trying to figure you out.
Oops, babies!
I will call you two-
He said,
“well, he was an artist, a little dark though
someone’s whose fallback was-
there was a time I was not alive
and there will be a time when I will not be alive
sees beyond the mundane and just is.
Mirror Mirror on my wall, is that you?
Genie in my clouds!