Hamantaschen

A festive Jewish holiday* We celebrate today, When children dress in costumes And much merriment holds sway. An evil man named Haman Tried to have the Jews all killed. The king, whose wife was Jewish, Saw that deed was unfulfilled. Since Haman wore a certain hat Triangular in shape, We eat three-cornered cakes to honor Our too-close escape. Called hamantaschen, they’re delish And filled with fruit or “mun” (Which translates into poppy seeds, And that’s my favorite one). The Purim story’s read each year And Haman’s name is booed, But afterwards we nosh, With lots of hamantaschen chewed. Commemorating history With something we can taste Takes a little of the bitter And with sweetness it’s replaced. *called Purim