Clean up the kitchen!
Toss the hametz!
Get the Seder dishes
Or Mama frets!
She's cleaning the oven,
She's scouring the stove,
Looking for the table cloth
Her Grandma wove.
Mama's gonna make
Our Seder, Seder,
Mama's gonna make
Our Pesach food!
Haroseth's the mortar
For Pharaoh and his peers;
Dip parsley in salt water
For the poor slaves' tears;
The sacrificial lamb,
We have the leg bone,
Bitter herbs for bad times,
The egg stands alone.
Mama's gonna make
Some matzohs, matzohs,
Mama's gonna make
Some matzoh bread!
Matzoh's under cover,
Plate's on the table,
The afkomen's hidden,
Find it if you're able!
I’m asking tonight,
‘Cause I'm a fifth grader,
The traditional questions
For our thankful Seder.
Mama's gonna make
Some matzohs, matzohs,
Mama's gonna make
Some matzoh bread!
John Bliven Morin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/matzoh-bread-to-the-tune-of-shortnin-bread/
