You’ll be a doctor
or a musician,
a famous conductor,
a noble physician.

No mama, no. I’ll be a gravedigger.
Corpses to respect me,
crows to protect me,
earth to hide me,
worms to find me.
Where we are going – there’s no job bigger.

One for the master,
one for the dame…
Let no disaster
harm you or maim.

You’ll be a Rabbi,
Moisheleh dear,
listen to lullaby,
banish your fear.

No mama, no. Your words are phony.
The Serpent bit Moses,
Abraham dozes,
time was frozen,
we were chosen.
And when I grow up – will you call me Johnny?

Shuh! little treasure,
rest in your sleep.
Adonai will measure
what should man reap.