I'm not sure what it is about Pesach that gets me in the poetry mood. Maybe I am reminded of the Third Grade Spring Poetry Play at Bais Yaakov. Maybe it's something in the cleaning fluid. In any case, here is the next selection:
(To the tune of "Frere Jacques")
How many shekels, how many shekels,
Will it take? Will it take?
With a thousand I've just parted
And I just got started
I'm giving it all
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