> You must remember this,
> A bris is still a bris,
> A chai is just a chai.
> Pastrami still belongs on rye,
> As time goes by.
>
> With holidays in view,
> A Jew is still a Jew,
> On that you can rely.
> No matter if we eat tofu
> As hours slip by.
>
> Old shtetl customs, never out of date.
> All those potatoes mother has to grate.
> Honey, tsimus, latkes, chopped liver on our plate
> The best that gelt can buy.
>
> Some would send us to perdition,
> But we're strengthened by tradition,
> That no one can deny.
> We roam, but we recall our birthright,
> As time goes by.
>
> Dreidels and chocolate, never out of date.
> Ancient Jewish stories that we all relate.
> Blue-and-white giftwrap, everything that's great?
> And festive chazerai!
> It's still the same old Torah,
> It's still the same menorah,
> We've latkes still to fry.
> It's at yomtov when we feel most blessed,
> As time goes by.
Thursday, November 07, 2002
As Time Goes By . . . This came in one of those emails with a recipient list longer than the actual text, but I think it's cute:

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