(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.
-Author Unknown