(To the tune of “Take Me Out To The Ball Game”)
Take us out of Egypt, free us from slavery.
Bake us some matzah, in a haste.
Don’t worry ’bout flavor,
give no thought to taste.
Oh it’s rush, rush, rush, to the Red Sea.
If we don’t cross it’s a shame.
For it’s ten plagues, down and you’re out
At the Pesach game.
Why make an account and save your favorite JewBelong stuff? Because someday Jack is going to get off his ass and pop the question and you’re going to get to plan that wedding you've been thinking about since third grade.
Because why use any of your precious brain cells to remember where you kept those great readings that you’ll use someday at Jeffrey’s B Mitzvah? Make an account, keep the readings there. Easy peasy. The only thing you’ll need to remember is your password, and from personal experience that’s hard enough.
Hey, can you watch the phones on Friday? We have a thing.