In Chelm the village of fools Faigel makes the best latkes But every Hanukkah she only makes a tiny batch If you’re lucky she serves you one little latke And you dream about it for the rest of the year Except for one year where everything went awry
It was the first night of Hanukkah I don’t remember my latke recipe cried Faigel How will I make potato latkes Well you always use potatoes her husband Shmuel remembered But how many she wailed Was it three or maybe four
I’ll go ask the rabbi said Shmuel The rabbi cried Faigel What does he know about making latkes Bupkes Nothing But he’s the wisest man in Chelm said Shmuel He knows more than you think Well maybe you’re right said Faigel Quick Go ask
