one week per year, each Jew eats like a priest
no leaven is permitted in his bread
no braising liquid complements the beast
he's got to roast it whole from hoof to head
with staff in hand and sandals on our feet
we pantomime a meal consumed in haste
but stomachs are imploring us to cheat
before the seder gets to our first taste
before we eat, we dwell on lice and blood
and culminate with Pharaoh and his troop
all drowned because their wheels stuck fast in mud
and only then proceed to eat our soup
our sacred play assigns each kid a part
but leaves us to debate hard Pharaoh's heart
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