(To the Tune of "Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel") 


Oh Pharaoh, Pharaoh, Pharaoh,

You should have let us go

You made a real big blunder

When you said, “No, no, no.”


Oh matzah, matzah, matzah,

There was no time to rise,

Just enough to hurry

And run from Pharaoh’s guys.


The seder’s songs and stories

Show Pharaoh’s big defeat,

Though sometimes all I think of

Is please when do we eat?


Or maror, maror, maror,

You make our mouths so hot,

Our bitter time in Egypt

Will not soon be forgot.


Four cups of Manishevitz

So thick and dark and sweet,

For getting drunk and sugared,

That stuff just can’t be beat.


Next year Yerushalim,

Is where I hope I’ll be,

For now I’m celebrating

With friends and family!


Ann Green