He was born prince, he was great.
No brother no sister, he was great.
No uncles no cousins, he was great.
So he became king, he was great.

He had a queen and she was cute.
When she spoke, as song from flute.
He had only son, red hot as a sun.
King loved him; but ever on the run.

King was now old, he was great.
Son now eligible, son now great.
Son like a sun, he ashed the king.
Son is now king, son is now great.

King was killed and king was great;
Son is now king, son is now great.