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  • Id:

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  • Prompt:

    Traditional Eastern European folk ballad in the style of Fiddler on the Roof. A poor peasant sings with irony, heart, and grit. Each morning he places absurdly low orders on KALE, whispering prayers to the order book: “May some fool slip, may the spread bless my children.” He thanks God for every tiny fill—“one KALE, one crumb more for the pot.” With accordion and fiddle behind him, he curses the Swap: “No soul! No patience! Just instant regret!” The chorus rings: “Thank God for the order book, for its depth, its mercy, its honest waits!” He mocks the whales, dreams of meat, and clutches his ledger like scripture. His wife rolls her eyes, his neighbors laugh—but he believes. “One day, a misclick shall feed the whole village!” It’s humble, defiant, cracked with hope.

  • Image:

    Thank God for the Order Book

  • Description:

    The image depicts a man in a straw hat, standing in a forest and reading a book. He appears to be a poor peasant with a sense of humor, as he whispers prayers to the book while placing absurdly low orders on KALE. The man is surrounded by a forest environment, and there is an accordion and a fiddle in the background, adding to the folk ballad atmosphere. The man's determination and hope are evident as he believes that one day, a misclick shall feed the whole village.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Thank God for the Order Book
Tags: Traditional, Klezmer, Jewish Music, Storytelling, Broadway, Troubadour

[Verse 1]
Each dawn I rise, my boots full of holes,
Ledger in hand, chasing digital goals.
I whisper to bids, with the poorest of grace,
“One KALE at ten… Lord, bless this place.”

[Chorus]
Thank God for the order book,
For its depth, its mercy, its honest look.
One crumb, one fill, a miracle feast,
A spread so wide, my hope increased!

[Verse 2]
My neighbors laugh, my wife shakes her head,
But I place my prayer where fools might tread.
“One slip, O Lord, and the pot grows fat—”
Even one KALE! Imagine that.

[Chorus]
Thank God for the order book,
For its saints and its ghosts, the time it took.
I dream of beef, yet price won’t budge,
But I hold my bid—I will not judge.

[Bridge]
The Swap! The Swap! That wretched pit,
No soul, no wait—just instant regret!
Flashy and cruel, the whales cavort,
But I’ve my ledger… my holy report.

[Chorus]
Thank God for the order book,
For its patient breath, its honest hook.
May some fool's click bring joy today,
And feed the town in some strange way!

[Outro]
One day, one KALE shall bloom like gold,
The chart shall sing, the tale be told.
Until that time, I’ll chant my verse,
Each fill a blessing, each loss—rehearsed.

[End]