*To the tune of My Dearest Clementine*

Said the father,
To his children,
At the seder, you will dine,
You will eat your fill of Matzah, you will drink four cups of wine.

And this father,
Had no daughters,
But his sons, they numbered four,
One was wise, and one wicked, one was simple and a bore.

But the fourth son,
Sweet and little,
He was young, and he was small,
While his brothers asked the questions, he could hardly speak at all.


haggadah Section: -- Four Children