When the two brothers stood side by side, La-me¹s head was higher than
So-me's.
La-me had the letters I and m on his school bag.
They stood for his name La-me.
Dad had written the I just a bit higher because La-me was just a little bit
taller.

They walked along the road until
they found an odd shaped bottle
lying in the gutter.
So-me thought he saw it move up
and down so he watched closely.
The brothers looked in amazement as the bottle began to dance.

"I think I'm going barmy," said So-me when the bottle stopped moving.
La-me pounced on the bottle and slowly pulled out the cork.
"I am the genie of wishes," said a voice, and out of the bottle came a
little creature with sparkling eyes and spikey hair.

It sang:
So-me Lah-me you're not barmy
I was in a fix OW!
You have found a way to charm me
I'll show you some tricks WOW!
"I wish I could get away from here," said So-me.

"Name the place and you're there," replied the genie.
"You have three wishes."
"Let¹s go somewhere really exciting. Let¹s go to the hot steamy jungle in
the middle of the world."

So they shut their eyes tight and flew to the hot steamy jungle in the
middle of the world.

Mosquitoes dive bombed them by day and bats clawed at them during the long,
still nights.

All the time they were being watched by angry tigers, whose eyes shone in
the darkness. Their growling got louder and louder.

"It's too hot here. I'm getting scared," said So-me.
"All right then," replied La-me, "lets go to the North Pole."
"Why there?" asked the genie.

"Because it's a lot colder and I don't think tigers live in the ice and
snow."
So they closed their eyes tight and flew to the North Pole.

Everywhere they looked there were bare patches. They got colder
Brrr
and colder B r r r r r
and colder B r r r r r r.

With chattering teeth the genie sang:
s-m l-m you a-larm me
This ain't ver-y nice Brrrr
We get cold-er and get old-er
sit-ting on the ice Brrrr

"I've had enough," said both boys together.

So closing their eyes, they
wished themselves back on the way home from school.

When they opened their eyes the bottle and the genie had gone.
"I can¹t whistle," said La-me. He went:
s-m l-m s-m l-m
s-m l-m s-m l-m
s-m l-m s-m l-m
s-m l-m s-m l-m

So-me looked up at him with wide eyes and made a strange huffy sound with
his lips.
He wished he could whistle more than anything else in the world, so he
decided to practise every day.