Rosh Hashanah's Rhapsody

(A few years ago, I wrote this "Gypsy" spoof honoring the New Year. I don't remember writing it, but then, I don't remember what day it is. What I do know is this. I think of kugel and break into song. Whether I'm making kugel, serving kugel, or most importantly, eating kugel, there's a song in my soul. And here's the evidence.)  

Have some kugel, Mr. Goldstone!

Have a napkin, have chop liver, have a chair.

Have some tzimmes, Mr. Goldstone!

Any tzimmes that I can spare I'll be glad to share!

Have a dish, have a fork, have gefilte, 

Don’t have pork.

Put your feet up. Feel at home.

Have some brisket, have some Triscuit.

Would you like to hear a poem? 
Put a kippah on your dome? 

Have some challah, Mr. Goldstone!

Tell me any little thing that I can do.

Rest your tuches, Mr. Goldstone!

Here's a tallis for you!

Everybody give a cheer.

Abraham is sitting here.

Mr. Goldstone I love you!

Have a Goldstone, Mr. Kugel.

Tell me any little thing that I can do.

Say gut yontif, Mr. Yom Tov.

Have a sweet year, have a few!

Blow the shofar, Mr. G!

Rosh Hashanah's Rhapsody

Mr. Goldstone, I love you!

(apologies to Jules Styne & Stephen Sondheim)