More Yankel Dovid
Yankel bid Chavah adieu
I’m off to pick up Maish
We thought that for a little change
We’ll daven heint by Aish.
Yankels on a diet strict
But he wants a meichel
Wheres Chavelah I know she hides
The halvah in her teichel.
Yankels on the floor again
He slipped while doing dishes
A better sense of balance
Should be one of his big wishes.
Yankel’s little girl grew up
Today she is a kallah
First he’ll walk her down the aisle
Then he’ll bentch the challah.
Yankel thought he’d paint the fence
It had started peeling
His wife said “practice first on that”
Then you can do the ceiling.
Yankel and his wife looked out
Upon their lovely garden
He said “if we were only French
It would be called a jardin.”
Yankel bought some boimel pure
So he could light menorahs
His wife said “we’ll use e-lec-tric
I don’t want any tsorres.”
Yankels a poor handyman
He’s not a Mr. Fix-it.
He didn’t know that when you paint
First you have to mix it.
Yankel thought he’d learn to skate
And efsher play some hockey
His balance poor, he slipped, he fell
His future’s looking rocky.
Yankel needs to lose some weight
His booch keeps getting bigger
Of course he blamed it all upon
The cooking of his shvigger.