Why is it only

on Passover night

we never know how

to do anything right?

We don't eat our meals

in the regular ways,

the ways that we eat them

on all other days.

`Cause on all other nights

we might possibly eat

all kinds of wonderful

good bready treats.

Like big purple pizzas

that taste like a pickle,

crumbly snack crackers

and pink pumpernickel.

Sassafras sandwich

and tiger on rye,

falafels in pita

that might be fresh-fried.

Dripping with marshmallow

and tangerine sauce

spread upside and down-side

and then-side across!

Toasted whole-wheat bread

with liver and ducks,

and crumpets and dumplings,

and bagels and lox.

Doughnuts with one hole

and doughnuts with four,

cake with six layers

of frosting and s'mores.


on all other nights

we eat all kinds of bread,

but tonight of all nights

we munch matzah instead.

And on all other nights

we consume and devour

vegetables, green things,

roots, herbs...even flowers.

Lettuce that's leafy

and candy-striped spinach,

fresh crunchy celery

(Have more when you're finished!).

Daisies and roses

and inside-out grass

and artichoke hearts

that are simply first class!

Cabbage that's purple

that's red and that's green

the most tasty cabbage

that you've ever seen.

Sixty asparagus tips

served in glasses

with anchovy sauce

and some sticky molasses.

But on Passover night

you would never consider

eating an herb

that wasn't all bitter.

And on all other nights

you would probably flip

if anyone asked you

how often you dip.

On some days I only dip

one Bup-Bup egg

in a teaspoon of vinegar

mixed with nutmeg.

But on others we take

more than ten thousand tails

of the Yakkity-birds

that are hunted in Wales,

and dip them in vats

full of Fifflefat juice.

Then we feed them to Harold,

our six-legged moose.

Or we don't dip at all!

Sometimes that just feels nice.

So why on this night

do we have to dip twice?

And on all other nights

we can sit as we please,

on our heads, on our backs,

our elbows or our knees.

We can hang by our toes

from the top of a camel

or a sloth or a slurth

(any big hairy mammal!).

Our nose in the air

or our nose on the floor

with one ear out the window

and one by the door.

Doing somersaults

over the greasy k'nishes

or dancing a jig

without breaking the dishes.


on all other nights

you sit nicely when dining--

So why on this night

must we all be reclining?

haggadah Section: -- Four Questions
Source: http://www.jr.co.il/humor/pass09.txt (adapted by Jeffrey Wise)