To our seder last year came a strange-looking man

with four sons: Smarty, Nasty, and Simple, and Sam.

Now Smarty was smart-- yes, so clever and wise,

he could do the whole seder while closing his eyes.

From beginning to end, from the end to the start,

he recited it over and over by heart.

In Hebrew and Hindu, in Snufic and Roman,

from the first Ha Lachma to the last Afikoman.

But Nasty refused to take part in the seder.

He just sat there and smiled with his pet alligator

as he pulled people's hair and he poked people's eyes

and sprinkled their matzah with beetles and flies.

What he needs is a thwack on the back of the hands,

or a slap in the face or a kick in the pants.

Away in the corner sits sweet sister Simple.

Whenever she smiles her face breaks out in dimples.

She only asks about simple facts like "What's a matzah?"

and "Tell me how tall is a Gloogasaurus Zax?"

And Sam doesn't even know what to say.

He just sits in his box till the end of the day,

till his Dad packs him up and takes him away.


haggadah Section: -- Four Children