The Ballad of the Four Sons (to the tune of "Clementine") wriiten by Ben Aronin in 1948 Said the father to his children, "At the seder you will dine, You will eat your fill of matzah, 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...

The Enchanted Matzoh By Arthur R. Pell The matzos, all freshly baked, were packed neatly in their box, waiting for the seder. Most of them were quietly awaiting their fate. They didn't mind being eaten because they were baked especially for that purpose and it never entered their minds to expect anything else. But one little matzoh was different, perhaps the baker had made a mistake when he mixed the dough or perhaps this matzoh was enchanted. He didn't want to...

Afikoman  Do you know who I am?  Have you heard of my name?  Once you have met me, you won't be the same.  I show up each year towards the end of the seder.  My eye see like telescopes, ears work like radar.  You can't ever fool me, you can't ever hide.  Your matzah's not safe in the house or outside.  I'm famous, fantastic! I'll tell you, in brief--  I'm Abie, the Afikoman-thief!  Whenever you think that it's hidden away,  locked...

 Opening the Door  As the seder stretched on and I started to snore,  my Mommy said: "Quick, now! Go open the door!"  I didn't know who could be coming right now,  but I stifled a yawn and I stood up somehow.  I walked to the door and I opened it wide,  and who do you think I saw standing outside?  My friend Uncle Eli with his beard to the floor  was waiting there quietly next to the door!  His eyes were...