The Four Cups
Jacky the juggler
is four inches small,
but he'll juggle the four cups
and not one will fall.
Each cup is filled up
with red wine to its top.
They dance through the air
but he won't spill a drop.
Sari is trying
to tickle his toes,
and she's wiggling a feather
right under his nose.
But Jacky keeps juggling.
His eyes are now closed.
His feet in the air
and one hand on the ground,
the four cups keep spinning
around and around.
He sings through the Kiddush.
He reads the Haggadah.
He's balancing now
on the top of a ladder.
He's saying the Grace
that we say after meals.
The cups are still spinning
like wobbly wheels.
He's finished the Hallel,
he's started to snore,
but he still keeps on juggling,
asleep on the floor.
They're dancing like ducklings,
they're spinning like tops--
I don't think that Jacky-boy
ever will stop.