[A rap, a song for the Festival of Shavuot, AKA the Feast of Weeks, AKA Feast of the First-Fruits, AKA Z’man Matan Torateinu (Season of the Giving of our Torah), AKA Pentecost, extracted from this five-year-old post.]
It comes fifty-one days after the start of Pesach,
Which makes it early June. But, yo, what the “fach”
Is the Great Big Deal about Shavu-ish?
Nobody understands it, even if they’re Jewish.
We have a big dinner, eat blintzes (but no pig).
We don’t have to schlep a lulav or esrig.
Don’t have to build a Jew-Booth in the backyard,
With 2 x 4’s that we put on our Home Depot card.
We stay up late, but we don’t feel weary,
Learnin’ Torah and Talmud until our eyes are bleary.
And just in case all this stuff is not enough to love,
The best thing ’bout Shavuot? It isn’t Tisha B’Av.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
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