O Genie, of the magic lamp, Don't come if the weather's damp. Stay in till the day is fine Then help me work some spells of mine.
	O Genie, let me say I'm fond Of asking you to mind my wand, But don't come when the weather's chill. You cannot help me if you're ill.
	O Genie, magic is such fun When shines the moon or glows the sun, But if the day is dark and drear Don't come till the weather's clear.
	O Genie, though you fear the owl, And dread the Wyvern's dragony growl, Disregard the Wizard's scowl And don't come if the weather's foul.
Retire this Genie	A poem by A. Ladin (apprentice wizard)