Monday, September 21, 2009

My Polka

Down at the Local Deli

I want to smell like a Jewish Deli,
Pickle juice in my hair,
Down at the local deli,
Everyone's noshing there.

Kreplach, kugle, lots of struedel,
Rye bread everywhere,
Down at the local deli,
Your relatives will be there.

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