("My Favorite Things" from “The Sound of Music”)

Dry angel cakes that taste nearly, not *quite* right

Canned macaroons looking good in the *right* light

Breads which don't rise and about which we sing

These are a few of our unleavened things.

Moon-shaped and jellied, those candies turn real hard

The taste of the cereal, like the box we would discard

Matzah Ball soup, to our stomach it clings

These are a few of our unleavened things.

When the night comes, and I eat tons, and I'm feeling fat,

I simply remember they're Pesachdik things

and my tummy feels more flat.


haggadah Section: Songs
Source: Foundation For Family Education, Inc.