[HANASHIR:2420] Its ADAR, time to prepare for Pesach

[Carole Rivel <crivel...>]

>JUST A FEW SONGS....
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>There's No Seder Like our Seder
>(sung to the tune of "There's no Business like
>Show business")
>There's no seder like our seder,
>There's no seder I know.
>Everything about it is halachic
>Nothing that the Torah won't allow.
>Listen how we read the whole Haggadah
>It's all in Hebrew
>'Cause we know how.
>There's no Seder like our seder,
>We tell a tale that is swell:
>Moses took the people out into the heat
>They baked the matzoh
>While on their feet
>Now isn't that a story
>That just can't be beat?
>Let's go on with the show!
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>Take Us Out of Egypt
>(sung to the tune of Take me out to the ball game")
>Take us out of Egpyt
>Free us from slavery
>Bake us some matzoh in a haste
>Don't worry 'bout flavor--
>Give no thought to taste.
>Oh it's rush, rush, rush, to the Red Sea
>If we don't cross it's a shame
>For it's ten plagues,
>Down and you're out
>At the pesach history game.
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>Elijah
>(to the tune of "Maria")
>Elijah!
>I just saw the prophet Elijah.
>And suddenly that name
>Will never sound the same to me.
>Elijah!
>He came to our seder
>Elijah!
>He had his cup of wine,
>But could not stay to dine
>This year--
>Elijah!
>For your message all Jews are waiting:
>That the time's come for peace
>and not hating--
>Elijah--
>Next year we'll be waiting.
>Elijah!
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>Just a Tad of Charoset
>(to the tune of "Just a spoon full of sugar")
>Chorus:
>Just a tad of charoset helps the bitter herbs go
>down,
>The bitter herbs go down, the bitter herbs go down.
>Just a tad of charoset helps the bitter herbs go down,
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>In the most disguising way.
>Oh, back in Egypt long ago,
>The Jews were slaves under Pharoh.
>They sweat and toiled and labored
>through the day.
>So when we gather pesach night,
>We do what we think right.
>Maror, we chew,
>To feel what they went through.
>Chorus
>So after years of slavery
>They saw no chance of being free.
>Their suffering was the only life they knew.
>But baby Moses grew up tall,
>And said he'd save them all.
>He did, and yet,
>We swear we won't forget.
>That......
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>Chorus
>While the maror is being passed,
>We all refill our water glass,
>Preparing for the taste that turns us red.
>Although maror seems full of minuses,
>It sure does clear our sinuses.
>But what's to do?
>It's hard to be a Jew!!!
>Chorus
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>Les Miselijah
>(to the tune of "Do you hear the people Sing" from
>Les Miserables)
>Do you hear the doorbell ring,
>And it's a little after ten?
>It can only be Elijah
>Come to take a sip again.
>He is feeling pretty fine
>But in his head a screw is loose.
>So perhaps instead of wine
>We should only give him juice.
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>Same time next year
>(to the tune of "Makin' Whoopee")
>Another pesach, another year,
>The family seder with near and dear...
>Our faces shining,
>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 the other nights?
>This year the Jews all over
>Are free to perform the rites.
>A gorgeous dinner--who can deny it--
>Won't make us thinner, to hell with diet!
>It's such great cooking...
>and no one's looking,
>So just enjoy it.
>Moving along at 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...
>Same time next year...
>So fill it up now, the final cup now,
>Next year at ____________
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>The Ballad of the Four Sons
>(to the tune of "Clementine")
>Said the father to his children,
>"At the seder you will dine,
>You will eat your fill of matzoh,
>You will drink four cups of wine."
>Now this father had no daughters,
>But his sons they numbered four.
>One was wise and one was wicked,
>One was simple and a bore.
>And the fourth was sweet and winsome,
>he was young and he was small.
>While his brothers asked the questions
>he could scarcely speak at all.
>Said the wise one to his father
>"Would you please explain the laws?
>Of the customs of the seder
>Will you please explain the cause?"
>And the father proudly answered,
>"As our fathers ate in speed,
>Ate the paschal lambe 'ere midnight
>And from slavery were freed."
>So we follow their example
>And 'ere midnight must complete
>All the seder and we should not
>After 12 remain to eat.
>Then did sneer the son so wicked
>"What does all this mean to you?"
>And the father's voice was bitter
>As his grief and anger grew.
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>"If you yourself don't consider
>As son of Isreal,
>Then for you this has no meaning
>You could be a slave as well."
>hen the simple son said simply
>"What is this," and quietly
>The good father told his offspring
>"We were freed from slavery."
>But the youngest son was silent
>For he could not ask at all.
>His bright eyes were bright with wonder
>As his father told him all.
>My dear children, heed the lesson
>and remember evermore
>What the father told his children>> >Told his sons that numbered
>four.
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