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A festive Jewish holiday
We celebrate today,
When children dress in costumes
And much merriment holds sway.
An evil man named Haman
Tried to have the Jews all killed.
The king, whose wife was Jewish,
Saw that deed was unfulfilled.
Since Haman wore a certain hat
Triangular in shape,
We eat three-cornered cakes to honor
Our too-close escape.
Called hamantaschen, they’re delish
And filled with fruit or “mun”
(Which translates into poppy seeds,
And that’s my favorite one).
The Purim story’s read each year
And Haman’s name is booed,
But afterwards we nosh,
With lots of hamantaschen chewed.
Commemorating history
With something we can taste
Takes a little of the bitter
And with sweetness it’s replaced.
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