Fairytales Around A Lightbulb-Becoming A Genie. Poem by Cupid Missed

Many wishes can come true, if you really try, you can spread your wings and fly.
Magic and memories fill our joyful land,
we learn good, we learn to hold each others hand.
Its the sudden realisation that we are not infinite~
at the point when our demise is definate,
thats when we see that we all live and die under the same sun,
and we all long to be peter pan.
Here, i grant wishes, i grant power, i grant love, but above all-i give you your dreams.
Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for alladin.