The poor man’s schlepping a big bag

of flour he’s bought for the Hag

of Passover, to bake his matzohs.

The road is muddy.   “Must be nuts!” is

what many passers-by are thinking,

though some believe he has been drinking,

because he staggers with the weight

of his unwieldy flour freight,

making sure there is no slack

in his great burden. If the sack

should touch the ground he fears he’d die;

the flour always must stay dry,

for moisture makes the flour leaven,

and nobody can go to heaven

if they eat chomets on the Hag.

That’s why he schlepps his flour bag

so carefully, avoids the mud;

it’s in his bones and in his blood

to do this mitzvoh every year.

A rich man in his coach comes near

and sees the poor man as he’s toiling

to keep his burden safe from spoiling,

avoiding mud that ruins flour

no less than any April shower

on........

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