I AM A LATKE
Music and text: Debbie Friedman
I am so mixed up that I cannot tell you,
I’m sitting in this blender turning brown.
I’ve made friends with the onions and the flour,
And the cook is scouting oil in town.
I sit here wondering what will come of me—
I can’t be eaten looking as I do—
I need someone to take me out and cook me
Or I’ll really end up in a royal stew.
I am a latke, I am a latke,
And I am waiting,
for Chanukah to come
Every holiday has foods so special.
Ilike to have that same attention too.
I do not want to spend life in this blender
Wondering what I am supposed to do.
Matzah and Charoset are for Pesach,
Chopped liver and Challah, Shabbat.
Blintzes on Shavuot are delicious,
And gefilte fish no holiday’s without
It’s important that I have an understanding
Of what it is that I’m supposed to do.
You see there are many who are homeless,
With no jobs, no clothes and very little food.
It’s so important that we all remember
That, while we have most of the things we need,
We must remember those who have so little,
We must help them, we must be the ones to feed
Celebrate Life
Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted.
- Randy Pausch
