"In a land long ago, in a temple so grand,
The people of Judah took a brave stand."
 
"The temple was captured, defiled, and torn,
The menorah extinguished, their spirits worn."
 
"Then rose the Maccabees, fearless and true,
A small band of warriors with so much to do."
 
"With courage and faith, their battles were won,
The temple reclaimed, their work was begun."
 
"But when they sought oil to relight the flame,
Just one jar was found, though pure and untamed."
 
"The flame burned bright, not one night but eight,
A sign from above of their victorious fate."
 
And so every year,