In a desert land, so far away,
Where the sun burns hot all day,
There lived a being, wild and free,
A jinni fair as one could be.

Her hair was dark as midnight skies,
Her eyes a deep and endless prize,
Her skin was as smooth as desert sand,
Her voice was like music, sweet and grand.

With a flick of a wrist, a nod of the head,
She conjured forth great...