We have the wise son
Who does ask
But then there’s one who tries
He just takes longer to digest
But I would call him wise
And then there is the child
Who somehow can’t sit still
Diagnosed with ADD
(And yes the wine he’d spill)
He will ask the questions
His mind is sharp and keen
He just can’t wait
As it gets late
So he’s a jumping bean!
And then there is the child who
Really wants to eat
And every vort
That you add on
He jumps out of his seat
And there is one who’s listless
He does not care too much
He’s angry that it’s Yom Tov
And there’s no iPod Touch
The kid who’s home from Israel
After a two-year stay
He takes apart
(He’s really smart)
Every word you say
And then of course the little guys
From makkos they are scared
And grade school kids with vertlach
About the quick white beard!
Your daughter’s sem in Israel
Must have taught a lot
You’ll say a vort
But her “report”
Will say a different p’shat
And then there are the marrieds
Who come from out of town
You really can’t recite and chant
When their kids run around
And then there is the gamut
When seated is a range
From bochurim who kler all night
And diapers you must change
And sadly there’s the kid outside
Who just sent out a text
The only reason he came home
It’s Mom who he respects
We have some who are angry
The teacher called them dumb
Would you call him a rasha
If really he’s a tam?
The child who’s not confident
He has what to ask
But he’s afraid
Fun will be made
He hides behind the mask
You think he lacks direction
You think he has no goal
But you must reach him
And learn to teach him
Be yodeia lishol!
The kid we call a rasha
He does not wear a hat?!
In some Haggados I have seen
He holds a ball and bat!
I know that the Haggadah
Describes there are four sons
It’s not our task
Each time they ask
We classify each ones
Our job is how to answer
As if they all are dear
This way we know
That where they go
They’ll ask again next year
