I am Haman, a proud Amalekite,
Jews don't like me, hate my sight.
I hate children, and children hate me,
Especially those that say Mode Ani.
I planned to kill them; what a plot!
Then came Mordechai, and look what I've got!
I made for him a gallows fifty cubits tall,
But they hanged me instead, with my sons all.
But now and again from the grave rise I
In the person of Hitler or other such guy.
I try my luck to kill a few Jews,
But pity the fool that steps in my shoes.
Yet, if not for me, you'd be in school today,
So give me a hand, and hurray!
