Red state, blue state, one state, two state
(with a respectful nod to Doctor Seuss)
Red State, Blue State, One State, Two State,
Old Home, New Home, Sam’s Home, Jews’ Home.
Old home had a grumpy man,
Orange hair and orange tan.
Wow! Earned himself a Facebook ban.
True! My new home is mired in hate.
Cops are busy, people irate.
Some gripes are old, and some are new.
Jew hates Arab, and Arab hates Jew.
Why do they hate? Ask Netanyahu.
Grumpy’s fans were patriotic,
All the rest he called psychotic.
From east to west,
Red was the best,
Blue was something to detest.
Same is true in Bibi’s land,
If you’re not for him, back of the hand.
Oi vey is meer, oi vey is meer,
The mobs are getting very near.
Some may just curse, others may kill
Arabs and Jews will foot the bill.
When will the mobs stop? Don’t ask me.
Lynchers are making history.
We’ll watch them punch, we’ll watch them kick,
We’ll watch them ‘til we fall down sick.
Then will they stop? Don’t ask me.
Go run and ask Naftali.
Hey! See Naftali’s seats?
One, two, three…
How many seats do I see?
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven.
If only he had eleven!
Eleven! Some white, some blue.
He wishes he had eleven too!
Run! Run! Home!
Didn’t you hear the Iron Dome?
It hunts bombs wherever they roam.
Avoid the exploding steel and chrome
Run, run to a shelter or your home.
It’s deadly to watch the Iron Dome.
Who am I? Call me Benny.
Such seats I had, now not many.
It is not fair. It is not right.
I tried to serve, didn’t want to fight.
Some people say I was a fool,
They tell me I was Bibi’s tool.
We love our pilots, we love our troops,
And a leader who never stoops.
We like our Benny, and this is why:
Naive perhaps, but a stand-up guy.
Some say one state would be best,
Mention two states and they’ll protest.
Listen Arabs, listen Jews,
Take a walk in each others’ shoes.
Can’t stomach that? Perhaps you should.
War is bad, and peace is good.
From south to north, and west to east,
It’s hard hard hard to tame the beast.
Its fangs are sharp, its claws grow fast,
In Israel hate can last and last.
As bombs scream we sit and wait
Until the sirens’ screams abate.
Would you like to wait with us?
Come down. Come down! Be quick! Come down!
Look what we found in the street by our feet.
We will take her home, we will call her Yonit.
She will live at our house, she will grow and grow.
Will our country adopt her? We don’t know.
And now, good night.
It is time to sleep,
Time to sleep with our pet dove Yonit.
Iron Dome has stopped.
All the bombs have dropped.
And what of tomorrow?
Lots more bombs? Lots more sorrow?