Know what I could really Dig,
Three for Small and Three for Big.
Wishes given To us All,
Your choice Big – Your choice Small.
Magic Lamps – no Recognition,
kept to “Three” as a Tradition.
Anytime that You see Fit,
throughout Life you just Submit.
Wishes solely to Dispute,
what Some call our Birthday Suit.
Change up your Anatomy,
to a Buff Topography.
No more Creams or Popping Pills,
Enhancement Diets – Torture Mills.
What you Change – your Own Mutation,
left To your Imagination.