We whisked, we stirred in vain, we mixed, never asking why, we rolled, we shaped the dough, round no one can deny.
Don’t you ever say this isn’t kosher, I always check with the rabbi, I can’t cook much but I can shape this mush, just ask our rabbi.
I CAME IN LIKE A MATZAH BALL. I NEVER FELT SO MESHUGGANAH. ALL I WANTED WAS TO IMPRESS BUBBE. ALL SHE WANTED WAS TO, KVETCH TO ME. KVETCH TO ME.