Cloven Hoof Hava Nagila

«'Oh, dear! I can’t understand that,» said the princess.
'I dare say not. I didn’t expect you would.
But that’s no reason why I shouldn’t say it.'"
Let me pass, let me pass.
I am hungry for sweeter grass.
Let me pass, let me pass.
Soon the first shall be the last.
The shadows on the wall
are not enough for me.
I want the light behind
all the shadowed shapes.
I shall soon graze in greener fields
of grasses that whither not nor yield.
My final prayer is a feeble bleat;
the left path is never free.
Let me pass, let me pass.
Soon the first shall be the last.