Don't sit on the Afikomen
Source: From: Sing a Song of Yom Tov in 1986 by Elissa Treuer
By Elissa Treuer
( Sung to the tune "Glory, Glory Halleluyah" )
My dad at every Seder breaks a matza piece in two
And hides the
Afikomen half --
A game for me and
you.
Find it, hold it
ransom for the Seder isn't through
'till the
Afikomen's gone.
Don't
sit on the Afikomen.
Don't sit on the
Afikomen.
Don't sit on the Afikomen.
Or the meal will
last all night.
One
year daddu hit it 'neath a pillow on a chair
But just as I raced
over, my Aunt Sophie sat down there.
She threw herself
upon it - Awful crunching filled the air
And crumbs flew all
around.
Don't
sit on the Afikomen...
There
were matzah crumbs all over - Oh, it was a messy sight.
We swept up all the
pieces though it took us half the night.
So, if you want
your seder ending sooner than dawn's light,
Don't sit on the
Afiko-o-men.
Same time next year
(sung to the tune of: “Makin Whopee”
Another
Pesach, another year,
The
family seder with near and dear…
All
thoughts of dining
Are
put on hold now.
We
hear four questions,
The
answer given
Recalls
the Jews
From
Egypt driven.
The
chrain is bitter,
(Charoses
better!)
Please
pass the matzoh.
Why
is this evening different?
From
all other nights?
This
year the Jews all over
Are
free to perform the rights.
A
gorgeous dinner-who can deny it-
Won’t
make us thinner,
To
hell with diet!
Is
such good cooking…
And
no one’s looking,
So
just enjoy it.
Moving
along at a steady clip
Elijah
enters, and takes a sip;
And
then the singing with voices ringing
Our
laughter mingling.
When
singing about Chad Gad Ya,
Watch
close or your place you’ll lose,
For
Echad Mi Yodea:
Which
tune shall we use?
We
pray next Pesach
We’ll
all be here.
It’s
a tradition…
So
fill it up now,
The
final cup now
Next
year _______.
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