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Every Jew
Down in Jewville
Liked Hanukkah a lot,
But some Putz,
Who lived just East of Jewville,
Did not!
That Putz hated Hanukkah!
The whole holiday season!
Now, please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his bomb wasn't strapped on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his turban was too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his beard was two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
His beard or his turban,
He stood there on Hanukkah, chugging on bourbon,
Staring down from his cave with an evil, bearded frown
At the glowing Menorahs below in the town.
For he knew every Jew down in Jewville beneath
Was busy now, playing dreidel without grief.
"And they're putting on yarmulkes!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Hanukkah! It's practically here!"
Then he scowled, with his fingers nervously tapping,
"I must find a way to keep Hanukkah from happening!"
For tomorrow, he knew...
...All the Jew girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Jews, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast!
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on latkas, and rare matzo ball soup
Which was something that made the Putz want to puke!
And then
They'd do something he liked least of all!
Every Jew down in Jewville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Hanukkah bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Jews would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing!
And they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Putz thought of the Jewish singing,
The more the Putz thought, "I must stop this damn thing!
Why for fifty-three centuries I've put up with it now!
I must stop Hanukkah from coming!
...But how?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
The Putz got a wonderful, awful idea!
"I know just what to do!" The Putz Laughed in his throat.
And he quickly made a yarmukel and robe.
And he chuckled and clucked, with an evil look in his eye,
"With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like a Rabbi!"
"All I need is a reindeer..."
The Putz looked all around.
But since reindeer are scarce, there were none to be found.
Did that stop the old Putz?
"No!" The Putz simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So the Putz saddled up his camel Achmed.
Then he took some red thread,
And he tied a Star Of David on top of his head.
Then...
He loaded some bags
And some sacks green and red
On his ramshackle rickshaw
And he hitched up Achmed
Then the Putz screamed, "Jihad!"
And the rickshaw started down
Toward the homes where the Jews
Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Flying shrapnel filled the air.
The Jews were all dreaming sweet dreams without care,
When he came to the first house in the square.
"This is stop number one," The old Putz hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he teleported inside, and fell like a klutz.
But if Moses could do it, then so could the Putz.
He lay on the floor, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out to look for a Jew.
He saw the little Jew yarmulkes all hung in a row.
"These yarmulkes," he grinned, "Are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he stole every present!
Dreidels! And menorahs! Gelt! Drums!
Gefilta Fish! Latkas! Matzo! And plums!
He stuffed them in bags with a smile so cold,
And took back outside all the bags he could hold!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Jews' food!
He took the Jew-pudding and their matzo ball soup!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Putz even took their last can of Jew-hash!
He raided everything in the house with an ecstatic aura.
"And now," grinned the Putz, "I will jack these fools' Torah!"
And the Putz grabbed the book, and he started to run
When he heard a loud sound like the shot of a gun.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Jew!
Little Cindy-Lou Jew, who was not more than two.
The Putz had been caught by this little Jew daughter
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Putz and said, "You Rabbi, why,
Why are you taking our Torah? Why?"
But, you know, that old Putz was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," that bastard Putz lied,
"There's a tear on a page thats almost five inches wide.
So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear.
I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Jew went to bed with her drink,
He wondered what was next, and began to think.
Then the last thing he took
Was the shamash candle.
Then the old Putz carried out all he could handle.
He left nothing but hooks, and a sandal.
And the one speck of food
That he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a louse.
Then
He did the same thing
To the other Jews' houses,
Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Jews' louses!
It was a quarter past dawn...
All the Jews, still in bed
All the Jews, still a-snooze
When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The dreidels! The food!
The menorahs! The Torahs! The matzo ball soup!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mount Strumpet
He rode to the tiptop to dump it!
"Screw all the Jews!" he was Putz-ish-ly humming.
"They'll soon find out now that no Hanukkah is coming!
They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then all the Jews down in Jewville will all cry Boo-hoo!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Putz,
"That I simply must hear!"
So he paused. And the Putz stopped, listened closely and,
He did hear a sound rising over the sand.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it was merry! Very!
He stared down at Jewville!
The Putz popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Jew down in Jewville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He hadn't stopped Hanukkah from coming!
It came!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Putz, with his feet fire-hot in the sand,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "This wasn't planned!
It came without yarmulkes! It came without rags!
It came without matzo, dreidels or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Putz thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Hanukkah," he thought, "Doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Hanukkah...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then...?
Well...in Jewville they say
That the Putz's small beard
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his beard didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the meal!
And he...
He himself...
The Putz ate the matzo with zeal!
http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/The_Putz_Who_Stole_Hanukkah
