Transitioning is difficult
We do it many times
It’s not as easy as it is
To write a bunch of rhymes
Yes! Every week
We take a ride
From holy to mundane
And six days pass
We make Kiddush
And cycle once again
It’s not so easy to evolve
From plain days
To kedusha
From worlds of generalities
To worlds packed with minutia
Perhaps one of
The greatest shifts
Although they’re much alike
Is moving from the Purim joy
To our Seder night
From Purim’s joy
We know we go
From carefree fun and cheerful
To Seder night so serious
With maror oh so tearful
From wrappers, bottles, hamantashen
Crumbs and bread all strewn
To sudden stress
For any mess
“Gevald! It’s Pesach soon!”
From masks and costumes
All beat up
And every crazy hat
To Yom Tov clothes
“I can’t wear those!”
“You want me
To wear that?!”
From sending shalach manos
Sharing what we wish
And suddenly
“I can’t eat that!
You know, I do not ‘mish’”
(And some just won’t eat fish!)
But somehow we
Can make the switch
“Turn over” in a day
We pack our chometz out of sight
And store it far away
And suddenly
We’re Pesachdik!
And Purim’s just a dream
With memories of hamantash
And shalach manos theme
And Haman is left swaying
And Paroh’s in his stead
Megillah’s now a distant past
It’s Haggadah instead
How can we switch identities?
How do we switch our homes?
The secret is much deeper
Than hidden in this poem
We went one night from slavery
The next completely free
You see that Klal Yisroel
Can change so easily
Indeed the message
We should know
We’re never stuck or caught
‘Cause we can change so easily
With just our minds and thought
Don’t ever think
You’re in a rut
And you cannot go free
Just watch us switch
Without a hitch
And do it naturally!
