Each year at the seder, my family comes round
Most folks eat horseradish in vinegar and ground
We keep one thick chunk out, trying to trick someone
And I wonder, we all wonder, who'll eat the chrain?

Will it be my cousin, with tastebuds shy and meek?
Uncle Josh won't touch it, he'd cry for a week
Grandma Beth would try, but she might get chest pains
And I wonder, we all wonder, who'll eat the chrain?

Heard my poppa prayin', kids asked questions four
Bitter herbs I'm eating, but I'm needing more
I take a bite--head's burning. I cry tears of pain.
Why'd I do it? I'm a sucker. I ate the chrain.