Now what are we to do with the Orthodox...
Who always, it seems, play outside the box
Debating the count for Moses' hairs...
And refusing on Sabbat to climb the stairs...
And dancing at weddings with wooden chairs!

Toiletpaper pre-torn by a Sabbat goy jerk
So on Sabbat there'll be done no physical work
And elevator doors wired open by morn
For you dasn't push a button so sure as you're born!

In long black frocks, and flat black hats
Debating the Rebbi on this's and that's
Dancing the Zhotzski in Bleeker Street
Their prayer taluses swaying to the rhythmic beat...

Madcap fellows, Oh, Yes you bet!
But in Mind's Eye even I see them yet...
What are we to do with the Orthodox
Who consistently, persistently – play outside the box!