What did these men?
I dare to ask
Perhaps some
Monumental task?
Why do streamers
Fall from heaven
Are these heroes
From 9/11?
Did they do something
That was great
Were these men in
Apollo 8?
Perhaps they came back
From Iraq
I heard it was about
A sack…
Why parade
About a sack?
But then I heard
A sneak attack
And someone got
A quarter back?
A rebate, sure
Is very nice
But why parade
About it twice?
Parades, my friend
And ticker tape
(Or toilet paper)
They did drape
In honor of
These Giant men
Who ran around
And pushed…and then
They kicked a ball
Behind a pole
And then striped men
Shouted, “Goal!”
Or was that
“Touchdown!”
They did shout
I’m not sure
I’m 3 and out…
A shtus!
He yelled!
A narishkeit!
All this stink
About one night
When big strong men
Have a fight
On some green grass
With lines of white?
What type of matzav
Is this here?
Who are these fools
Who seem to care?
And then Wednesday
I went to shul
And joy somehow
It seemed to rule
“My luncheonette
I have downtown
I almost had to shut it down!
No one seems
To be around
My business it was in the ground!
“And yesterday
There was a neis!
Thousands stopped off
In my place
“Pizzas, calzones
They did buy
And cash and credit
It did fly!
“And like an esrog,
Matzoh guy
Made enough to
Get me by!
“Thank You, Hashem!
I’m not sure why
So many people
Stopped on by”
“Wow!” said the man
Who pushed the cart
“I thought that I
Was really smart
“I thought falafel
Would just sell
It was not going
Very well
But hundreds stopped
By yesterday
They all fressed
And all did pay!
My parnassah
Boomed that day
Another fellow
Shrugged and said
Smiled as
He touched his head
“I sell caps and shirts that say
The names of guys
Who all do play
I don’t know them . . .
But who cares, hey
They bought thousands
Yesterday!
“My parnassah
Hit the roof
Thank the One
Who sits aloof!”
And in a place
They call Met Life
Where winter sees
Those fights and rife
A tranquil Bowl
I know will fill
With unity
And just goodwill
And who knows if
The gracious host
Who yesterday
His team did boast
May say, “In honor
Of our win!
For free I’ll let
My tribesman in!
“To celebrate
Talmudic lore
We’ll open up
The giant door
And celebrate
Like none before!
“This celebration
Is on Me
Have your siyum
It’s all free”
Of course it’s just
A little wish
Buy the Yated
Mr. Tisch!
Maybe it’s
That special zechus
That you won
What they call shtus!
“Shtusim,” you said
But I don’t know
Why one shall stay
And one shall go
Parades as such
And celebrations
I know not
The implications
We’re all just simple
Little mannings
It’s He Who really
Does the plannings!
