Pesach is now over,
No more matzah or maror or tongue
Hallel – praise to Hashem
With joyful voices we’ve sung.
V’nitz’ak, we screamed out to Hashem
On top of our lungs
As the Jews fled Egypt,
Their dough tightly strung.
Carried on shoulders,
They needed to run.
No time for bread,
The matzos baked in the sun.
Into the sea the Eqyptians were flung,
Held in Hashem’s embrace, to Him the Jews clung
They sang and danced,
Their instruments were strung.
And just 2 months ago, evil Haman was hung
Led on by the work of his own tongue
The decree he made was overturned,
And our salvation was miraculously sprung.
Iranian plans are still being strung,
They think from our land we will be flung.
But they seem to have forgotten that
It’s always OUR song that in the end is sung.