#gemorah

There once was a man from Nantasket, Saw an elephant poop out a basket. Though untouched by digestion, "Was it pure?" was the question. When we see Eliyahu, we'll ask it.

Five types of menachot we bring, Like a poor man who serves to the king Simple fare cooked five ways, Whom the king lauds with praise, Saying, "What a commendable thing!"

On Rosh Hashanah you should eat A gourd and a date and a beet, Then munch on a leek, And perhaps fenugreek, So your year will be peaceful and sweet.

Every person may slaughter to eat, Even those who are tamei. Their feat Of shechitah is made With a long-handled blade, So they don't come to contact the meat.

These can't be redeemed on cash terms: Vessels, frankincense, logs. This affirms That they're scarce, thus we care. But is wood really rare? Yes it is, if it's wood lacking worms.

If a misukenet wiggled its ear, Made a mouth noise that's easy to hear, Or pooped when you kill it Then it's fit for your skillet. (Rav's criteria, just to be clear.)