I read the following in the Shabbos edition of the Yated Ne'eman. It's almost as good as Latma's "The Three Terrors"
Oh Helen! Oh Helen!
Oh where shall I go?
you say to go home
but where? you don't know!
Oh Helen! Oh Helen!
Oh where is my home
is it Babylonia?
maybe its Rome?
Oh Helen! Oh Helen!
They sent me away
from the home that i loved
and i now live today
So maybe to Greece
and the great Parthenon
where if we kept Shabbos
they said we were gone
Oh Helen! Oh Helen!
I ask you again
where is my home
perhaps it is Spain?
Oh Helen! Oh Helen!
it's Spain did you say?
all warm and toasty
on the auto-de-fa!
Perhaps back to France
ah, the French Riviera!
where they burned our Talmud
and killed us in terror
nd centuries later
your friends are all waiting
cause France is now Arab
so viciously hating
Did i hear you say Poland?
is that our homeland?
where neighbors would beat us
with sticks in the hand
and neighbors would greet us
and their children too
"go back to Palestine
you dirty Jew"
Oh Helen! Oh Helen!
with great accolades
says go back to Europe
and join the crusades
Perhaps you mean Russia
the land of the Czars
where libels and beatings
have still left us scars
Oh perhaps you mean Stalin
to Communist rule
where Jews were scapegoats
for everyone cruel
the Reds they would jail us
the Whites would play dumb
whenever they wanted
they'd make a pogrom
To the Pale shall you send us?
or Siberian ice?
is that our home
Mrs Thomas, so nice?
Did i hear you say Germany?
Are you out of your mind?
no Jew should step foot there
the scourge of mankind
perhaps you should move there
when you retire
its cozy in Auschwitz
they'll leave on the fire
Romania, ENgland
Hungary, Brazil
Oh! the places to go
where they're ready to kill
Oh Helen! Oh Helen!
where is my home?
you think its the land
where the buffalo roam?
is home a sweet country
where thousands are lost
to dream of a dream
whatever the cost?
and lose your identity
your faith and your links
that is not home
it's great but it stinks
I've heard some strange comments
but this is the worst
from that crazy old lady
from the papers of Hearst
You sit and you spew
from your front white house seat
your Jew hatred open
no longer discreet
I'll go back home, friend
to the land that is mine
a land we call Israel
and you Palestine
I won't say this softly
it is worth a shout
but we won't leave Palestine
No, we won't get out
For we need to go nowhere
we are home, yes we're home
and you Mrs. Thomas
where you go we don't care
Where [you may be later]
i really don't know
wearing a [burka]
on some video
Goodby and good riddance
we won't 'see you later'
unless you're the spokesman
for your friends at Al Qaeda
I'm not posting the author's name for privacy reasons, but you can find it in the paper.
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