End of term blues

Yachchideralum, putzele, mutzele __
who will remember and who will forget?
Twirling down time's corridors i see your shadow dancing..

My father danced and then he died and his name
is a long time gone..

Yachchideralum, putzele, mutzele
Now if I couldezele I'd speak to you true:
but your dance is ended and all tears expended __
so sleep on and take your rest, my father, my Jew.

--Olga Levertoff.