Beha'aloscha

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Beha’aloscha

It might have been a better choice,

The munn to cease, when raised our voice,

For it is the way, when lacking nothing,

To think you need some other something.

Would have been wiser to rely,

On food from earth, and not from sky,

Which we had a role in making,

Growing, raising, cooking, baking.

Our offerings brought true satisfaction,

Joy and achdus, born of action,

We filled our hearts, from what we gave,

Not just our stomachs, like some slave.

Some blame it on the erev rav,

That traded, for a flight of slav,

Was single heart that we had gained,

When love, not quail, upon us rained.