Have an egg roll Mr. Goldstone.
Have a Matzoh Ball, maybe two.
As we celebrate liberation we’ll stand proudly as a Jew.
Leave an empty chair at the sedar table.
Pray a hostage will show up.
Take a sip of Manichewitz, from the half full sedar cup.
Pray that pestilence, war and famine.
Finds their way outside the door.
On the precipice of unlevened bagels.
We will Daven to end the War.
So Mr. Goldstone here’s your matzoh ball laden with a carrot maybe two.

  So on this first night of Seder.

  A little fuss, a little muss.

“Smote the land of Egypt,”

   On the eve of Exodus.