And pens replacing bats And tee shirts, shorts and sneakers Replaced with shirts and hats! And buses are No longer coach And no reclining seats And no more visits Each two weeks With drinks and cash and treats And no more trips to Zoom Flume Or the Amusement Park With backpacks and assignments They’ll come home after dark And no more trips for bochurim New Hampshire and Vermont Or hanging ‘round And just doing Anything they want The lazy, hazy days are gone Of frolic, to and fro ‘Cause off to school Or yeshiva, or even work They go Oh! Yes, it’s back to work again Even for adults Who may have lounged a bit too long Not thinking of results But we forget That some out there Just never take a break Summer, winter Fall and spring It’s not a piece of cake They’re out there guarding Homeland As eyes upon the street They’re manning booths And fixing roads Or just walking the beat They’re even printing papers As news changes each time And every week Bashevkin Is thinking of a rhyme But everybody takes a break They need a bit of rest Refresh themselves And then come back Performing at their best But there is One He’s just not in our face Despite the fact That He is there In every single place The only One Who I know Who never takes a break And will perform just perfectly With never a mistake The One Who watches Guides and rules And is there without fail Constant, always For us all… Shomer Yisroel
We may forget