Eight Angels Came to Me On Eight Nights
Each one told a story****
On the fourth night
the Kotzker rebbe himself showed up
dressed like God (everything Italian) with a dog.
Good dog, intelligent dog, the Kotzker cooed.
You know what I love about this dog? asked the Kotzker.
I let it out, it sits in front of the door looking to get back in.
What kind of meshuggene dog doesn’t want to run away?
By this time in the tale the Kotzker was crying
like he was a drunk in a tavern