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“Twas the night of the Geulah, - And in every single Shtiebel
Sounds of the Torah could be heard - coming from every kind of Yeedel

This one in English - Some in Hebrew, some in Yiddish.
Some saying Pshat - And some saying a Chiddish.

And up in Shamayim - The Aibishter decreed:
“The time has come - for My Children to be freed.”

“Rouse the Moshiach - From his heavenly berth.
Have him get in his chariot, - And head down to earth.”

The Moshiach got dressed - And with a heart full of glee,
Went down to earth and entered - The first Shtiebel he did see.

“I am the Moshiach! - Hashem has heard your plea!
Your Geulah has come! - It’s time to go free!”

They all stopped their learning; -This was quite a suprise.
And they looked at him carefully, - With piercing sharp eyes.

“He’s not the Moshiach!” - Said one with a grin,
“Just look at his hat, - At the pinches and brim!”

“That’s right!” cried another - With a grimace and frown,
“Whoever heard of Moshiach - With a brim that’s turned down?”

“Well,” thought Moshiach, - “If this is the rule,
I’ll turn my brim up - Before I go to the next shul.”

So he walked right on over - To the next shul in town.
Sure to be accepted, - Since his brim was no longer down.

“I’m the Moshiach!” he cried, - As he began to enter,
But the Jews wanted to know first - If he was Left, Right, or Center.

“You’re clothes are so black!” -They cried out in fright.
“You can’t be Moshiach - You’re much too far right!”

“If you want to be Moshiach, - You must be properly outfitted.”
So they replaced his black hat - with a kippah that was knitted.

Wearing his new Kippa, - Moshiach went out and said:
“No difference to me - what I wear on my head.”

So he went to the next shul, - For his mission was dear,
But he was getting frustrated - with the Yidden down here.

“I’m the Moshiach!” he cried, - And they all stopped to stare,
And a complete eerie stillness - Filled up the air.

“You’re the Moshiach?! - just imagine that!
Whoever heard of Moshiach - without a black hat?!”

“But I do have a hat!” - the Moshiach then said.
So he pulled it right out - and plunked it down on his head.

The shul started laughing, - And one said: “where’s your kop?”
You can’t have a Moshiach - With a brim that’s turned up!”

“If you want to be Moshiach - And be accepted in this town,
Put some pinches in your hat - And turn that brim down!”

Moshiach walked out and said: - “I guess my time hasn’t come.
I’ll just have to return - to where I came from.”

So he went to his chariot, - But as he began to enter,
All sort of Jews appeared - From the Left, Right, and Center.

“Please wait - do not leave. - It’s all their fault!” they said,
And they pointed to each other - And to what was on each other’s head.

Moshiach just looked sad - And said, “you don’t understand.”
And then started up his chariot - to get out of this land.

“Yes, it’s very wonderful - That you all learn Torah,
But you seem to have forgotten - A crucial part of our Mesorah.

“What does he mean?” - “what’s he talked about?”
And they all looked bewildered, - And all began to shout.

Moshiach looked back and answered, - “The first place to start,
Is to shut up your mouths - and open up your hearts.

“To each of you, certain Yidden - Seem too frum or too frei,
But all yidden are beloved - In the Aibishter’s eye.”

And on his way up he shouted: - “If you want me to come,
Try working a little harder - On some Ahavat Chinam!