An Ode to Pesach

It comes around this time of year
And makes us all quite nuts
And I do mean that figuratively
Since we can't eat kitni-us

We plan, we clean, we scrub and shop
We spend our dough (ha!) quite freely
(But try to grab that last box of 'roons
And you will surely cause a melee)

Three weeks left! It won't get done!
I should have started sooner!
Grab that broom, those paper towels
And a big dose of emun-er

Just follow the rules, toss that bread
And if you abide by that condition
You'll celebrate Pesach in grand style
And thus avoid perdition.

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