In days of old, in Persia’s land
King Ahasuerus held command
A wicked man rose full of hate
Haman schemed to seal our fate
Yet hidden in the palace bright
A Jewish queen rose to the fight
Esther, brave, with a heart so true
Knew what she was called to do
She fasted, prayed, then took her stand
Before the king, with fate in hand
A feast was set, and a truth revealed
And justice turned on evil’s shield
The gallows built for Mordechai
Was the place where Haman would die
And through the land, the word was spread:
No Jew would fall, and none would dread
So now we dance, rejoice, and cheer
Drown his name so none may hear
With hamantaschen, gifts, and song
The joy of Purim—loud and strong!
For though we faced the darkest night
Our faith endured, we won the fight
And every year we lift our voice
To celebrate, to laugh, and to rejoice!
