We have a Mini Dreidel,We made it out of…fur!And when it smiles and give me the thumbs-upThen spinning shall occur!
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,We made it out of extra-long fillment polyfill!Oh, dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,Eat latkes till you’re ill!
But seriously folks, archaic games of chance are no singing matter, people, so cuddle with caution before you lose all your gelt to that aunt who always seems to land on Gimel.