So write one poem she gave the word
I'll put it on some blanks
And in one sitting you'll discharge
Your message of thanks

So to you all who wished me well
And shlepped a gift along
I extend to you my gratitude
In this little song

For books and candy, knick-knacks too
And all the other stuff
You really know you oughtn't have
Your thoughts were quite enough

Don't get me wrong, I love it all
Who doesn't crave attention
Just remember that to cure my hip
Was indeed my sole intention!

With love and thanks
Rabbi Leo Wolkow