It’s a lesson about life itself and how I learned it well
‘Cause you think you know the answers
And things are the way they seem
But I found out it’s just ain’t so, from the Rebbe of Lublin.
You see, I worked as the Shamosh for this Rebbe from Lublin
I’d wash his clothes and shine his shoes
and keep his house real clean
But one thing that I did not like about this job of mine
Was cooking him daily meals and serving them on time.
The Rebbe would come home from Shul each day and sit down in his seat
And he’d say Ribbono Shel Olam could I love a little bit to eat
‘Cause you sustain all mankind with your goodness and your grace
And right on cue I’d cam on out and put his food down in it’s place.
I say his food don’t come from heaven but from the cook and that’s me
So I schemed and I conspired to set this Rebbe straight
Tomorrow there won’t be no food to put down on his plate.
When a tearfull man approached him, stood in the Rebbe’s way
My wife is ill he cried out, there’s no hope for her life
The Rebbe said I’ll pray for her, with G-d’s help she’ll be alright.
And he sat down at the table, I could bear him still to pray
I came out with his empty tray and said
This is what you’ve been praying for
But with the last words of his prayer came a knocking at the door.
Standing in the doorway was a man whose eyes did shine
Rebbe it’s a miracle my write she’s feelin’ fine!
Please accept this little gift to show our gratitude
I’m sure by now you’ve guessed it folks
It was a package filled with food.
We Need You
T’he shul is packed with people who have come to pray
But unfortunately some have lots to say
T’he Rav bangs on the bimah and he asks for silence
This is wrong! You must be strong!
The Rav so thankfully relaxes his frown
They manage fine to say a line with real emotion
Then it all starts up again!
We need you! we need your Tefilah
Each and every Yid can bring the Geulah
Don’t talk! sh sh, just daven
So your tefiah can reach Hashem!
How can anybody concentrate
When hearing the latest in real estate
It’s hard enough it’s really tough to have kavonoh
It’s a fight both day and night.
Find the inner strength to pray as we should
Voices blending - and ascending heavens open!
Such a cry, could he deny?!
That it’s asur lidaber bishas hatefila
It’s no matter of Hashkafa
But it’s something we all have to do!
Crush them, Squeeze them, and they give us wine
Fill up your special cup
And say Kiddush, on Yom Tov or Shabbos before you dine.
It makes glad the heart, and dizzy the Rosh
Wine is the drink for all our simchos
At a wedding or Sheva Brochos.
Till Morsdechai and Haman we confuse
On Pesach we drink Arba Kosos
Because of the four Geulah L’shonos.
Just one drink, and you forget your cares
Wine makes us so happy we do want to sing
Served at the tables of ministers and kings.
It becomes Nesech at a Gentile’s Touch
So at any Simcha, that is when
We say Borei Pri Hagofen.
After eating bread or challos
We wash netilas yadayim
Any time we’d like to try ‘em
And you’re still not "yotzie"
Until you say Hamotzie
Let me also mention
Not to forget Benchin’.
Bread is made of dough
Which everyone should know
Is water mixed with flour
That’s baked for an hour
If some lechem your meal does include
You needn’t say a brocho on most other food.
No other food can ever make you feel
Whether cooked, scrambled, mashed or fried
That you are really satisfied.
A lot or a shtikel, Bagels or pumpernickel
From grains of wheat, comes the bread we eat
Cut with a knife, It’s the staff of life.
Jelly beans are handy
Taffy that you chew so slow
Sugar so sweet and sandy
And ices so cool and dandy
Are all shehakol nehiye bidvaro.
All meats with hashgocha
For milk and cream we give Hashem thanks
And shehakol is the brocha.
For a tasty piece of fish
Eggs from a chicken, ice cream for lickin’
Or even a string of licorice.
Even water for the sink
Shehakol is the brocho that we say
On almost anything we drink.
Say Mezonos when you’re noshin’
On egg matza, I’m not joshin’
There’s no Benchin’, There’s no washin’
Or on cheese cake on Shevuos
When Hashem gave Torah to us
All the Jews were Kings and Princes
So say Mezonos on those blintzes.
When we pray for health and money
At a Kiddush so delicious
Mezonos for kugel and knishes.
And you share a piece of pizza
Or you eat a jelly roll
Or noodles in a bowl
Or pancakes when they’re ready
And on long strings of spaghetti.
Say it clearly, please don’t garble
When you chew or when you munch cake
Like a chocolate or a sponge cake
Or if you think you will go nuts
When you eat some chocolate donuts
Both an old man or a rookie
When they taste a cake or cookie.
Filled with custard or vanelly
Birthday cake is quite a bonus
Don’t forget to say Mezonos
If your cousin from St. Louie
Sends you cake and it is gooey
When you visit Uncle Getzel
And he offers you a pretzel.
If your Bubby bakes a pie
And you sneak some ‘cause you’re sly
If Aunt Tilly tries to bake
Any kind of cuppy cake
Mezonos is what you make
Before the first bite that you take.
So do not make a mistake
Say Mezonos please don’t fake
On all kinds of luscious cake.