For days the Bnei Yisroel marched
From thirst their lips were parched
Of hunger the people complained
In Mitzrayim we wish we had remained

Mon a special food was sent
To each it tasted very different
One portion was gathered each day
If more was taken it rotted away

In honor of Shabbos on Yom Shishi
Twice as much for each family
Now we have Lechem Mishneh and the reason why
The double portion of Mon that fell from the sky.