The Jews’ Blues

Some people don’t understand us, us Jews.
When people make fun of me, it gives me the blues.
I’m proud of who I am, in every way,
I just wish that people would accept us today.

I’m sorry I missed school for a holiday,
And that I didn’t Snap you back on Saturday.
It’s hard packing kosher lunches,
Because there aren’t many pareve munches.
It still bothers me.

But I am a person.
I do have feelings.
I don’t think you want me laughing
Because you’ve never had matzo ball soup or challah.
It bothers me.

Just leave me be.
I know that when you say you won’t be my friend
If I haven’t eaten pork or pepperoni,
You are just joking.
But it bothers me, nonetheless.

I am human, you know.