Mikeitz

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Mikeitz

My father wouldn’t let me go,

To Egypt with the others,

He would not risk I would be lost,

Just like my older brother.

They returned with sacks of grain,

And a tale beyond belief,

My brother Shimon left behind,

To add to Aba’s grief.

But the Wizard of Egypt wanted me,

For a reason he kept well hidden,

When eventually the food ran out,

They brought me down as bidden.

But “in the end” it all worked out,

The Wizard was my brother,

We held each other close and cried,

For ourselves, and for our mother.