As the population explodes, the simchos do too
We’re tired! We’re mired! There’s so much to do!
It’s hard to get out after a full day of work
We’re really bogged down—we don’t mean to shirk
But we did the hand shake, the hugs and the kisses
We smiled, gave mazal tov to the Mr. and Mrs.
at the l’chaim in your house, across the street
and in shul, on your lawn, each time that we meet
Now you’re catering a vort, in a hall across town
We’re really good neighbors, so we mark the date down
We get all decked out and set off in the dark
when we get to the hall there’s nowhere to park!
Ohhh!! Oh, no! But…
Imagine our Father in Heaven’s delight
When he sees His dear children braving the night
Feeling and caring and going the extra mile
softening hearts, sparking mile-wide smiles
Why else do we live? But to share in the joy
Of a Yiddishe neshama, a girl or a boy
It’s not always easy but we really do try
Together—b’achdus!—am Yisroel chai!
Nor oif simchas! (May we share only happy occasions!)