Apples and Honey

A joyous New Year

              to each person we meet!

We wish you a year

       that is peaceful and sweet.

On Rosh Hashanah

       we make wishes we eat!

Baila the bunny

       dips apples in honey,

but sometimes the honey

       gets sticky and runny.

It drips down her nose

       and gets stuck ‘tween her toes.

It winds through her hair

       and gets smeared on her clothes.

It covers the walls

and it flows along ledges.

There’s enough to dip dozens

       of sweet apple-wedges.

More honey than fits

       into ten zillion cups!

And Baila is trying to

       lick it all up.

Apples and honey,

       a wonderful treat,

and we hope that your new year

       will be just as sweet.

On Rosh Hashanah

       all the tasty new dishes

remind us to think of

       our best New Years wishes.

Red pomegranates

       are bursting with seeds.

I wish I was also

       so full of good deeds.

I can’t count them all

       There are dizzying dozens.

So the OneTwo-Beast helps

       (with her OneTwo-Beast cousins).

How many seeds in the fruit?

       Now they know:

As many as

       all of their fingers and toes.

A ripe pomegranate,

       so brightly it shines.

May the new year be filled

       with enjoyable times.

On Rosh Hashanah

       we eat special new foods

to show that we pray

for a year that is good.

All over your plate,

       ooze these luscious big beets

to wish you a year

       that just cannot be beat.

The menu’s so strange

       it will keep you all guessing.

But each food reminds us

       of holiday blessings.

Two eyes are staring

       from Grandmommy’s dish.

On New Years she munches

       the head of a fish.

Why does she eat it?

       My Grandmommy said:

"We don’t want t to be tails.

       We’d much rather be heads."

Well, I’d be delighted

       if I were the tail

of a great, sharp-toothed shark,

       or the world’s biggest whale.

I’d splash and I’d thrash,

       and I’d sway and I’d swish,

and frighten the fins

       off those small-headed fish.

Baila’s not fond

       of the staring-back heads,

so she’s ordered

       a fresh head of lettuce instead.

On Rosh Hashanah

       every food on your dish

is more than a food.--

       It’s a holiday wish.       

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