When I was a young Jewish boy, nI had a shagets cousin who asked me why on Hanukkah, of gifts I get a dozen.nAlthough he was a kibetser, he wore a worried face,nI said, Hey, I'm no bigshot, here, I only get but eight.nnOne for every night, the festival of lights,nLatkas on the plate, and presents numbering eight.nnI'm farputst for Hanukkah, shalom, and zigonzut.nChildren spin the drediel while the grown-ups have a schtup.nThey tried to burn our temple down, but then we took it back.nJudah and the Mackabees, the oil that had to last.nnThe oil that burned for eight long days, we show with our menorah,nTo antiok, as we were slaves, what a moyshkapoya,nHanukkah, means literally, a proud rededication.nSo grab a seat, and have a gnash, enjoy the celebreration.nnI'm farputst for Hanukkah, shalom, and zigonzut.nChildren spin the drediel while the grown-ups have a schtup.nThey tried to burn our temple down, but then we took it back.nJudah and the Mackabees, the oil that had to last.nnI'm farputst for Hanukkah, shalom, and zigonzunt.nChildren spin the drediel while the grown-ups have a schtup.nThey tried to burn our temple down, but then we took it back.nJudah and the Mackabees, the oil that had to last.nnHey, I'm farputst for Hanukkah, shalom, and zigonzunt.nChildren spin the drediel while the grown-ups have a schtup.nThey tried to burn our temple down, but then we took it back.nJudah and the Mackabees, the oil that had to last.nnOh, Judah and the Mackabees, the oil that had to last.