Here's something I wrote for the kids in my school to perform at Channukka. Happy Channuka everybody, whicheverway you spell it. Hannukka Rap Long ago in the land of Judah lived a man who had four bruddah, His daddies name was Matathious, Boy Oh Boy he sure was pious, His name was Judah ,called The Hammer ,he was big and strong a real hard slammer. Said "I'm a Jew , don't eat no pork, I just wanna pray and with God talk. I got me a farm, raise corn and sheep, don't mess with me if ya don't wanna weep. In Modi'in I make my home , don't mess with me- just leave me alone. My brother El he sure is strong, wherever I go, he goes along. Yonni, Jonny & Shim they always jive, we stick together and stay alive. My daddie's Matti, a fine old bloke, won't bend the knee, won't wear no yoke. We do our thing, don't want no stress, no cops, no pigs- don't want no mess." Till one fine day there comes this geek- says "Antiochus says you'll all be Greek" Who me? Be Greek? What's that you speak? I'm one fine Jew I'm strong not weak. I won't bow down ! Wont pay no tax, won't eat no pork for midday snacks. Won't play no games won't worship Helen, I ain't no Greek so don't be yellin'. Get out of my hair, get out of my face- just quit my land don't leave no trace! Well the Greeks saw red, got sore and mad- sent GI troopers after Judah and his dad. "We'll hunt you down, like mad wild dogs- till you bend the knee and eat our hogs." We grabbed our swords and gave a yell- "We got our Lord- you go to hell!" Folks all joined in – we got a gang, we vowed Antiochus was gonna hang. We kicked their butt, we whupped their ass, them Greeks didn't know what came to pass . We got up to Jerusalem, the Holy City, what we saw there sure was a pity. The House of God was all defiled- our blood sure boiled, we sure were riled. We needed oil, not just one jar, that's all there was- it wouldn't go far. We scraped and scrubbed that Temple clean- You'd never know those Greeks had been. And that one jar –That Holy Light , it burned and burned, all day all night. For eight whole days just like a miracle, you'd better believe it- Don't be cynacle. So me and my brothers we went back home- Then for many years they left us alone. Now all us Jews get fat at Hannukka, eat jelly doughnuts, ( even Monica). Fry them latkes, spin that dreidle, eat all the levivot you are able. We showed those Greeks we don't take no crap- and now we're singing this Hannukka Rap! copyright Menachem Vinegrad November 2003.
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