How Is a Song Born

            How is a song born?
            Like the laugh:
            It starts from inside
            Then it rolls out
            How is a song born?
            Like a baby:
            At the start it hurts
            Then it comes out
            And everyone's happy
            And out of nowhere, look at that
            It walks on its own
            How is a song born?
            Like a baby

            Hello kids
            We're glad you're here
            Soon you will hear
            Songs you've already heard
            Hello mothers
            We'll start in a moment
            But before that, tell me,
            How is a song born?

            How is a song born?
            Like the laugh:
            It starts from inside
            Then it rolls out
            How is a song born?
            Like a baby:
            At the start it hurts
            Then it comes out
            And everyone's happy
            And out of nowhere, look at that
            It walks on its own
            How is a song born?
            Like a baby

            Connect three words
            Put over low heat
            And run over quickly to get
            Onion from the neighbor
            Add two rhymes
            Some pepper, some salt
            Mix three lambs
            And throw in an ice cube
            (It is imperative that the ice be hot)

            La-la-la-la…
            At the start it hurts
            Then it comes out
            And everyone's happy
            And out of nowhere, look at that
            It walks on its own
            How is a song born?
            Like a baby
          

Lightning and Thunder

            Thunder and lightning on a cold winter night
            Don't always sound the same
            Lightning and thunder, thunder and lightning
            Sometimes close and sometimes far away

            Thunder and lightning on rainy nights
            The lightning you see, but the thunder you hear
            There are thunders that are very scary
            And there are some that only a bit
            There's a weak thunder and a medium thunder
            And a strong strong thunder
            That's not very nice to hear
            Especially if you're alone
            (Occasionally you meet a nice thunder)

            Thunder and lightning on a cold winter night
            Don't always sound the same
            Lightning and thunder
            Thunder and lightning
            Sometimes close and sometimes far away

            Thunder and lightning on a cold winter night
            Don't always sound the same
            Lightning and thunder, thunder and lightning
            Sometimes close and sometimes far away
            Sometimes close and sometimes far away

            Lightning and thunder, lightning and thunder…
          

When We Drove to the City to Visit Uncle Efrayim

When we drove to the city to visit uncle Efrayim
            We saw a lot of stores for shoes
            And I thought, if suddenly the shoes decided
            To leave the glass and look for feet to wear them
            There would be a party

            When we drove to the city to visit uncle Efrayim
            We saw toy stores in Givatayim
            They asked me, "what do you want?"
            I said, "a bicycle"
            They said, "okay, next year"

            When we drove to the city to visit uncle Efrayim
            We passed by a man with holes in his socks
            He had a sad face, he leaned on a stick
            Mom told me not to look, but I looked

            When we drove to the city to visit uncle Efrayim
            It was in the winter, two years ago
            I've grown since, I now have a bicycle
            I've almost forgotten that I used to be three
            Only the poor man with the holes in his socks won't leave my head
          

I Love

            I love chocolate
            And cheesecakes
            And ice cream pops and candies
            And strawberry
            I love birthdays
            And bags with nice things
            And the sun and the moon
            And some stars, too

            I love the winter
            And the summer and the fall
            And the spring and whatever it is now
            I love Galit
            Especially with braids
            And the one with the freckles and the one with dimples

            I love Mom
            And Dad too
            And Shula the kindergarten teacher
            And aunt Miriam
            I love Grandpa and Grandma
            I love my sister
            But the most the most
            I love myself

            La-la-la-la…

            I love the winter
            And the summer and the fall (and the fall)
            And the spring and whatever it is now (it is now)
            I love Galit
            Especially with braids
            And the one with the freckles and the one with dimples

            [all of the other lines on top of each other]

A Giraffe Has a Long Neck

(Yoni? Giraffe… Yoni is a giraffe.)

            A giraffe has a long neck
            It can see a bus before it leaves
            And sun before it rises
            Everything we see the giraffe sees before us
            It also has this look on its face:
            "How nice is it to be a tall animal…"

            A giraffe has a long neck
            It sees clouds at the edge of the world
            And announces:
            "Friends! In two months it'll rain here!"

            From a giraffe's height we all look short
            And our biggest problems
            Are only small dots
            For a giraffe
          

There's a Kid Whose Dad Is

There's a kid whose Dad is a doctor
            And there are kids whose Dad is sick
            There are kids whose Dad is poor
            And kids whose fridge is always full

            There's a kid whose Dad is a tailor
            In his coat you'll never find holes
            And there are kids whose Dad is a hairdresser
            And their hair is always very dressed.
            There are kids whose Dad is a driver
            By their house stands a bus
            And there's a kid whose Dad is the mayor
            And he always speaks politely

            There are kids whose Dad is strong
            (A lot of kids say their Dads are heroes)
            There are kids with a smooth Dad
            And there are kids whose Dad is prickly

            There are Dads that go to work at eight
            And come back at half past five
            There are Dads who barely see
            And my Dad sits and writes songs
          

The Prettiest Girl in Kindergarten

The prettiest girl in kindergarten
            She has the prettiest eyes in kindergarten
            And the prettiest braid in kindergarten
            And the prettiest mouth in kindergarten
            And the more you look at her
            You see it's not up for debate
            And she's the prettiest, prettiest girl in kindergarten

            When she smiles I smile too
            And when she is sad I don't understand
            How it's possible to be sad
            When you're the prettiest girl in kindergarten

            La-la-la-la…

            The prettiest girl in kindergarten
            She has the prettiest eyes in kindergarten
            And the prettiest braid in kindergarten
            And the prettiest mouth in kindergarten
            And the more you look at her
            You see it's not up for debate
            And she's the prettiest, prettiest girl in kindergarten

            When she smiles I smile too
            And when she is sad I don't understand
            How it's possible to be sad
            When you're the prettiest girl in kindergarten

            La-la-la-la…

            And the more you look at her
            You see it's not up for debate
            And she's the prettiest, prettiest girl in kindergarten
          

The Story About the Green Man

            If by happenstance I meet somebody
            Who doesn't understand me or thinks I'm a baby
            If by happenstance I meet somebody like that
            I soon tell him about the green man
          

Once upon a time, in a green city, lived a man, a green man. The green man lived in a green house, with a green door and green windows. He had a green wife and two green kids, and at nights he would sleep in his green bed and have green green dreams.

One day the green man woke up on a green morning, wore green shoes, put on a green shirt and green pants, donned a green hat on his head, and went outside.

The green man entered his green car and drove on the green road at a green speed. On one side of the road the man saw a green sea, and on the other side he saw many pretty flowers. It was a nice day. And the green man was happy and sang green songs and smoked a green cigarette, with green smoke.

And then the green man saw that on the side of the road stands a blue man. The green man stopped his green car and asked the blue man:

"Hey, blue man, what are you doing here?"

"Me?" Said the blue man, "I'm from a different story."

Whoever Looks

            Whoever looks at me from behind doesn't know who I am
            Whoever looks at me from behind doesn't know who I am
            Whoever looks at me from behind doesn't know who I am
            Whoever looks at me from behind doesn't know who I am

            Whoever looks at me from behind doesn't know who I am
            (Whoever looks at me from behind doesn't know who I am)
            Whoever looks at me from behind can easily think that I'm not me
            (Whoever looks at me from behind)
            They can't come up and ask me
            "Kid, whose are you? What are you doing here?
            Why are you not in kindergarten, when will you get a haircut‽"

            Whoever looks at me from behind can't ask me
            Questions you ask from the front
            (Whoever looks at me from behind)
            Whoever looks at me from behind can't pinch me
            (Because the cheeks are on the front)
            Whoever looks at me from behind passes quietly by me
            I don't see them
            And they don't see me
            Whoever looks at me from behind doesn't know what I'm about
            (There's a few people in my neighborhood who'll never get the chance to see me from the front)

            Whoever looks at me from behind doesn't know who I am
            Now take the record and flip it over to the other side
          

Hey, I'm Not a Baby Anymore

          Hey, I'm not a baby anymore
          I dress alone
          And undress alone
          And eat alone
          And laugh alone, and cry alone, and dream alone
          About all sorts of things I'll do alone
          When I'll be big

          Hey, I'm not a baby anymore
          Mom says I need to eat a lot
          Because now I grow all the time
          But that's not true
          When nobody's looking
          I stop, and rest a bit, and grow again

          Hey, I'm not a baby anymore
          I dress alone
          And undress alone
          And eat alone
          And laugh alone, and cry alone, and dream alone
          About all sorts of things I'll do alone (When?)
          When I'll be big

          Hey, I'm not a baby anymore
          Mom says I need to eat a lot
          Because now I grow all the time
          But that's not true
          When nobody's looking
          I stop, and rest a bit, and grow again

          Hey, (Hey!) I'm not a baby anymore…
          

When I'll Be Big

          When I'll be big I'll be a carpenter
          And build houses but not a cage
          When I'll be big I'll be a singer
          And sing a happy song to anyone who's sad

          When I'll be big I'll be a doctor
          That gives injections to anyone who's in pain
          When I'll be big

          When I'll be big I'll be a painter
          And I'll paint a prettier world
          When I'll be big I'll be a carpenter
          And build a table, a chair and a piano
          When I'll be big

          When I'll be big I'll be a sailor
          And sail ships in turbulent seas
          When I'll be big, then we'll see

          When I'll be big
          When I'll be big I'll be a doctor
          That gives injections to anyone who's in pain
          When I'll be big

          When I'll be big I'll be a sailor
          And sail ships in turbulent seas
          When I'll be big
          

Smell of Chocolate

          At the end of Ramat Gan there's a special place
          Where you can stand and smell chocolate
          There's a tall, tall house there, with no windows and three chimneys
          And thirty machines working day and night
          And seventy workers with aprons and gloves
          Making chocolate in all the shapes

          Small chocolate and big chocolate
          Choco-co-late that's expensive and chocolate for cheap
          Chocolate with nuts and chocolate plain
          For the rich and for everyone
          And the smell is free
          And all the citizens
          Stop and smell

          The kids stop running in the neighborhood
          The bus stops right across the corner
          The cats stop running form the dogs
          The cops stand next to the thieves
          Everyone looks to the chimneys
          Bit by bit, their nose fills with the smell of chocolate

          Small chocolate and big chocolate
          Choco-co-late that's expensive and chocolate for cheap
          Chocolate with nuts and chocolate plain
          For the rich and for everyone
          And the smell is free
          And all the citizens
          Stop and smell

          At the end of Ramat Gan there's a special place
          Where you can stand and smell chocolate
          

Small Arguments

          When I'm really bored and I don't have anything to play
          I go outside to argue with Giyora, the neighbor's kid
          Yesterday I argued with Giyora, we sat on the grass alone
          He said his Dad is tall
          And I said "he's a dwarf"
          Yesterday I argued with Giyora, the neighbor's kid
          He said there are people on the moon
          And i said there aren't

          Yesterday I argued with Giyora, we sat on the grass alone
          He said his Dad is tall
          And I said "he's a dwarf"
          Yesterday I argued with Giyora, the neighbor's kid
          He said there are people on the moon
          And i said there aren't

          Yesterday I argued with Giyora, we played in the garden
          He said God is in the sky
          And I said "that's a cloud"
          Afterwards I caught a small snake
          And he said, "that's a lizard"
          Yesterday me and Giyora argued almost half an hour

          Yesterday I argued with Giyora, we sat on the grass alone
          

Yosi, Yosi

          All day I've been like this, neither here or there
          I looked at the sun, and I only saw a cloud
          So my friend came, and I felt great
          When he looked me in the eyes like in an animated movie

          Yosi, Yosi, Yosi, Yosi
          Let's sit and chat
          Yosi, Yosi, Yosi
          What a Yosi of a friend

          They don't tell me "come home"
          "brush your hair" or "get dressed" (And the aunt)
          And the aunt doesn't kiss me and it's wet on the face (Her friend)
          My friend is great, he's a friend for real
          But he's in grade three, and I'm advancing to two

          Yosi, Yosi, Yosi, Yosi
          Let's sit and chat
          Yosi, Yosi, Yosi
          What a Yosi of a friend

          When me and him are together
          Nothing gets to us (If I'm)
          If I'm a bit moody, he knows how to make me laugh (He knows)
          We play a sort of tag and run with the dogs (Tag)
          On the grass rotates the sprinkler and we get all wet

          Yosi, Yosi, Yosi, Yosi
          Let's sit and chat
          Yosi, Yosi, Yosi
          What a Yosi of a friend
          Yosi, Yosi, Yosi, Yosi
          Let's sit and chat
          Yosi, Yosi, Yosi
          What a Yosi of a friend
          

When You Say

When you say "radish"
          You feel your tongue
          When you say "onion"
          You get an appetite
          Saying "kohlrabi"
          Is like laughing
          Saying "peas"
          Is like yelling
          When you say "apple"
          Your mouth puffs up
          After you say "parsley"
          You need to rest
          When you say "bread"
          You feel at home
          When you say "watermelon"
          You feel summer
          When you say "grapefruit"
          It's a sign there's nothing to say
          When you say "banana"
          You feel small
          When you say "artichoke"
          Your whole face scrunches

          But the funniest is to say "cauliflower"

Like the Sea

          Dad came back from Eilat
          And brought me one seashell
          If you put it next to your other ear
          You hear waves and sometimes a ship
          
          Dad came back from Eilat
          And brought me one seashell
          If you look at it from the side you see
          Fish, boats and sometimes some fishermen

          Dad came back from Eilat
          And brought me a seashell, one seashell
          That if you stay with for it for a bit
          You feel at once like the sea

          Dad came back from Eilat
          And brought me one seashell
          If you put it next to your other ear
          You hear waves and sometimes a ship
          
          Dad came back from Eilat
          And brought me a seashell, one seashell
          That if you stay with for it for a bit
          You feel at once like the sea
          

The Man With the Hairs

          The Man With the Hairs

          Once, long ago
          I saw a small man
          With long hairs that spanned half of Ramat Gan
          When he crossed the street the buses would stop
          And you could see that first passes a small man
          And then pass hairs

          Yes, the man had hair to no end
          It took him three days to wash
          Then on the clotheslines outside
          He would hang his clean hair to dry
          Every morning he would get one thousand braids
          And with his hair he would sweep the streets
          And in the evening when he came home
          He would undo his braids
          And find popsicle sticks, rocks and papers
          And a small kitten that got tangled in his hair

          I saw him when I was a child
          Since then I never saw him again
          Maybe he traveled to another city
          And it might be that he just cut his hair
          

Closed Kindergarten

          Yesterday at five in the afternoon
          We walked with Mom to the grocery store and on the way we saw
          That our kindergarten is closed

          The swings stand between the tall trees and the flowers
          So wilted and colorless
          Because our kindergarten is closed

          Sleepy blocks sorted in the basket
          And there's no kid to build a tower out of them
          (Sleepy blocks sorted in the basket
          And there's no kid to build a tower out of them)

          There's no teacher to say what's allowed and what's not
          And all the books are sorted on the shelf
          Because there's no one who can listen to a story

          La-la-la-la…

          Sleepy blocks sorted in the basket
          And there's no kid to build a tower out of them
          (The swings stand between the tall trees
          And the flowers so wilted and colorless)

          Yesterday at five in the afternoon
          We walked with Mom to the grocery store and on the way we saw
          That our kindergarten is closed

          It's not nice to see a closed kindergarten
          It's not so nice to see a closed kindergarten…
          

The Sixteenth Lamb (Good Night)

          When I can't fall asleep
          And thoughts exit and enter
          I sit on my bed
          And count lambs, and sometimes also ewes
          The herd passes above my head and disappears behind my back
          And every lamb that passes is exactly similar to the one before
          First lamb and second lamb, third lamb and fourth
          Balls of wool, all alike
          Eighth lamb and ninth lamb pass
          But when the sixteenth lamb comes
          I know it'll stop and walk around my room
          And I understand that this lamb will stay
          And that it doesn't care to go with the herd
          I whisper to it, "come on lamb, move, let me count everyone for once"
          But it doesn't move, and the sixteenth lamb is usually the one
          With which I fall asleep

          Well, have a night of rest and dreams
          It's already late and tomorrow we'll get up and see
          How the day arrives at the end of every night
          Well, darkness has fallen on the street
          Only the moon leaves its yellow light
          A cricket crickets its cricketings, sings
          Good night

          Well, have a night of rest and dreams
          It's already late and tomorrow we'll get up and see
          How the day arrives at the end of every night
          Well, darkness has fallen on the street
          Only the moon leaves its yellow light
          A cricket crickets its cricketings, sings
          Good night

          (Good night)