The old East Side
Won’t come to life
And no Simon’s shenanigans
We shall not hear
Of yesteryear
And Captain Lanigin
We’ll never visit Prague again
Or land in Bangkok too
We will not go
To Eizenshtadt
And never hear “Me-Too”!
We’ll miss the wisdom
That we heard
As Boruch learned his Brochos
And good old Hymie used to be
Always oif tzeluchos
And we will miss
Our Uncle Dee
Who lived across the sea
Who, my friends
Did specialize
In storyology!
And Eli’s eyes
Are filled with tears
Because his Zaidy’s gone
No, he’s not lost
In Wilkes-Barre
Or in a plane he’s on
And no more raffles will be sold
From the school with that long name
Yeshivas Lilmod Ulilamed
Lishmor Velaasos, Ulekayeim…
(By the way
That’s not the end
I do remember more
“Es Kol Divrei, Talmud Torasecha,
Of course, Be-Ah-Ha-Voh! )
(Lady, are you calling for a yeshiva or davening Shacharis?!)
Those magic coins
Will never talk
Nor Pesach’s extra day
And Cousin Lemel’s yaamod
Will no more blast away
Anshei Kartofel
Close your doors
And shed a tear for Zaidy
And all the characters will cry
Even that Chinese lady
Our little kids
Will never know
How seltzer saved the day
Or how Mayor
L’Gardenhose
The nickel he did pay
Who will not miss
Those lovely lines
“I said I was I’m sorry”
And who won’t try
To jump on board
When “Here comes
The trolley”
The kinderlach
You always taught
In classrooms
And in cars
Will shed a tear
Each time they hear
The songs of
All your stars
And Russian taxi drivers
No longer
Will have fares
As Mr. Osborne
And his crew
Shed with us the tears
Like Shabbos
Without seltzer
And cholent with just beans
Somehow something’s missing
For kids, adults and teens
What’s Purim without sneakers?
That’s Yom Kippur, you say?
We’ll never know
Without Reb Shmuel …
Who now has gone away…
