Ha Lachma

This is the poorest,

the driest of bread.

It crinkles and crumbles

all over our beds.

This is the matzah

that Grand-Daddy ate

when he zoomed out of Egypt,

afraid he'd be late.

You're welcome to join us--

Come one or come many!

I'll give you my matzah.

I sure don't want any.

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