Yes, That’s the Way Things Are
Miroslav Kosek, Hanus Lowy, Bachner
In Terezin in the so-called park
A queer old granddad sit
Somewhere there in the so-called park.
He wears a beard down to his lap
And on his head, a little cap.
Hard crusts he crumbles in his gums,
He’s only got one single tooth.
My poor old man with working gums,
Instead of soft rolls, lentil soup.
My poor old graybeard!