Ode To Pesach

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By Miriam Adler

(To the tune of “Ilu Hotzianu”)
Once upon a simpler time
We made Pesach on a dime
We cleaned and cooked, no tickets
booked, Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

We balabustas all turned weary
Staying home was kinda dreary
Itchin’ to just ditch the kitchen, Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

The caterers all threw us slack
It started in the Homowack
From there on in, we never turned back,
Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

But then the mountains got too cool
We said oy vey, we need a pool
And heat and sun, and lots of, Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

Miami Beach was not too far
You could get there with a car
O.K. JetBlue, that’s more for you,
Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

We headed down the hotel trail
Miami to Fort Lauderdale
Who couldn’t resist those condo sales,
Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .
If you want to name droppa
Say you’re going to Ixtapa
Don’t say ‘Home,” just say “Rome,”
Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

If you’re looking for a twist sir
Have you heard a place called Whistler
Yea, you’re needing, to go skiing,
Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

Don’t you dare become a loner
Head on down to “Arizoner”
Or KMR, and be a star, Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

Is there a financial crisis
We all think that’s bubba meises
There’s no pain, when you’re in Spain,
Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

And if you ever get the chance
You’ve got to go to “Antibes” France
Cuz Estepona’s still unknowna, Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

Aren’t you a lucky fella
Spending Pesach in Marbella
Ellenville’s, just not a thrill, Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

If you are already flying
Go up to Yerushalayim
That is why we left Mitzrayim, Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

If you have a fear of flying
There’s no “busha” in just buying
Chap a Nosh’s not maaris ayin, Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . .

For those of you who are at home
Remember you are not alone
The gantza mishpacha, what a bracha,
Dayenu
Dai Dayenu, Dai Dayenu . . . v

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