Dusk rolls in, candles burn, Shabbos brings its peace.
We soothe and sigh together as the workweek comes to cease.
One foot leads the other, through campus to Murray Hill,
We move so ever gracefully, as sunset starts to spill.

Chabad is where our feet do lead, as if with minds their own.
We’re pulled along by instinct, by comfort, warmth, and home.
Services, and setting up, kiddush, wash, and bread,
Salad, singing, soup, and speech, the smiles that are had.

The weeks fly by, and soon we see, they’ve morphed into a year,
But every time we look around, we realize why we’re here.
We’re drawn away from overwork, the crazy college norm,
And find ourselves immersed, in the calm within the storm.

So thanks must go to grand Chabad, and those that fill its walls
Thanks for Shabbos, and chagim, for pizzas and for Saul
Thanks for good times and through bad, for xbox and ping pong
And to knowing with sincerity, we are all missed when we’re gone.

Thanks for Four Wonderful Years!