Abdullah cut down by Palestine lead.

A button saves the prince from death.

The crown rests soon on Husseins head.

His father's mind departed.

The tiny lion on Judah's throne

keeps Hashemite helm secure.

Lovely wives in series,

bring grace and heirs to come.

In six dread days, the kingdom

rent in half at David's hand.

As grand pan-arab folly

is crushed into the sand.

September, black and brooding,

sees ther realm torn up once more,

but the plucky little king

emerges victor of that war.

The winners of Jerusalem,

are forgiven for their strength.

At Rabin's grave, the lion weeps.

No heed for arab wrath.

Pain wracked body, pledged to peace.

Was the life suport machine

keeping mid east peace alive,

while rejection's cancer grew?

In death, the world flocks to Amman.

Poor Jordan is the stage.

A grieving nation stands as one.

Abdullah has the mantle.

To Palestine wed.