My Succah

My Succah (My Aunt Came Back)


After Yom Kippur I broke my fast, now my succah could be built at last,

So into town down to the store, I bought some wood and much much more,

I  took my hammer and my nails and wood, ’cause my succah had to look real good,

Then I got some branches and I got some leaves, that was my s’chach, it came from trees,

Then my banot made paper chains, we hung them up it was well arranged,

The table went in and now the chairs, but this succah does not have stairs,

Now my succah it is so neat, in our Succah we all will sleep.