Our congregation follows the newish tradition of the latke/hamentashen debate as part of our Purim festivities. This year I put the latke case to the tune of The Coo Coo:

Oh, the latke
Is so tasty,
And it sizzles as it fries.
And you never
Eat a latke
Until Kislev twenty-five.

Gonna build me
A kehilla
On Mount Zion, so high,
So that I can
See those latkes
As they go in to fry.

Hamentashen,
Hamentashen,
I know you from of old.
You have robbed
My poor pockets
Of their silver and their gold.

I've had latkes
On Long Island.
I've had latkes in Tel Aviv.
But the latkes
Made in Sydney
Are the best ones, I believe.

Take potato,
Egg and onion,
Matzo meal, and salt to taste.
In the skillet.
Flip 'em over.
And they'll never go to waste.

Repeat 1st verse.

Notes: Latkes are traditionaly eaten on Chanukah, which begins on the 25th day of the Hebrew month of Kislev.
"Kehilla" means "congregation".

For the hamentashen, I put some silly words to the bass line of last couple of pages of Lewandowski's setting of Psalm 150. Then a joint effort, led by our choir's Third-in-Command, worked out where the words should go for the soprano and alto lines (we didn't have a tenor on the night). A fun time was had by all.