Saturday, as we sat at Seder I sought to borrow Simon’s seeder. Simon had a super seeder It superseded that of Peter. I sought to borrow Simon’s seeder As just that day I’d bought a cedar. I sought to spread some seed around To spiffy up my soiled ground. Simon said he understood And said he’d help me if he could, “But as it is the Sabbath, sir And so to such we mustn’t stir, I suggest you bother Peter For your Seder cedar seeder.”