Don't sit on the Afikomen


(To the tune of 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.


	Chorus:
	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 Daddy hid 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
	
	Chorus
	
	There were matza 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

	Chorus







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