Afikomen Round the Mountain When They Come

Afikomen round the mountain when they come,
Afikomen round the mountain when they come,
With suspense and drama mountin',
And the Midrash we're recountin',
Afikomen round the mountain when they come.

We can't wait until the Seder when they come,
We can't wait until the Seder when they come,
We can't wait until the Seder,
''Cause we get to stay up later,
We can't wait until the Seder when they come.

We'll be reading our Haggadahs when they come,
We'll be reading our Haggadahs when they come,
We'll be reading our Haggadahs ,
With our fathers and our mothers,
We'll be reading our Haggadahs when they come.

Say Kiddush over the wine that's in your cup,
Pour some wine, then say Kiddush and drink it up.
Pour the wine into your vessel,
And declare this day is special,
There's a lot to read before we get to sup.

We will wash our hands before we eat the greens,
We will wash our hands before we eat the greens,
In the springtime there is rebirth,
Seedlings growing out of the earth,
For a plant, the road to freedom seems routine.

We'll be dipping in salt water when †hey come,
Dip the parsley in salt water when †hey come,
Dipping Karpas in salt water,
As the Seder goes in order,
We'll be dipping in salt water when †hey come,

We'll sing Hallel to express our joy in song,
With enthusiasm sing out loud and strong,
On this Festival of Matzo,
We'll sing "ki l"olam chasdo,"
Chanting joyful verses from the book of Psalms.

Chad Gadya is our favorite Pesach tune,
Chad Gadya is our favorite Pesach tune,
After too many macaroons,
By the silver Nisan full moon,
Chad Gadya is what we finally croon.

We will finish up by midnight, then to bed,
We will finish up by midnight, then to bed,
Turning sweet anticipation,
Into joyful celebration,
Leaves indelible impressions in our heads.

Afikomen round the mountain all night long,
Afikomen round the mountain all night long,
Though the symbols aren't newish,
Leaving Egypt makes us Jewish,
We thank God with wine and food and words and song.

The Ballad of the Four Sons
(to the tune of "Oh My Darling Clementine")

Said the Father to his children,
"At the Seder you will dine,
You will eat your fill of matzah,
You will drink four cups of wine."

Now this father had no daughters
But his sons they numbered four
One was wise and one was wicked,
One was a simple and a bore.

And the Fourth was sweet and winsome,
He was young and he was small,
While his brothers asked the questions
He would hardly speak at all.

Said the wise son to his father
"Would you please explain the laws?
All the customs of the Seder
Will you please explain their cause?"

And the Father proudly answered
"As our fathers ate in speed,
At the pascal lamb 'ere midnight
And from slavery they were freed.

So we follow their example
And 'ere midnight must complete
The service of the seder
After twelve we may not eat."

Then did sneer the son so wicked
"What does this all mean to you?"
And the Father's voice was bitter
And his grief and anger grew.

"If yourself you don't consider
A true son of Israel,
Then for you this has no meaning
You could be a slave as well."

Then the simple son said simply
"What is this?" and then quietly,
The good Father told his offspring
"We were freed from slavery."

But the youngest son was silent
For he could not ask at all,
His bright eyes were bright with wonder,
As his Father told them all