Two hundred sixty on a plane,

Traveling to Paris

Yet, one short stop in Athens, Greece,

The plane, now a derus

The fourth is known as Freedom Day,

Not for the taken crowd

Imprisoned men must be let go,

Else death will be endowed  

Low on time and low on allies,

Israeli men must fly

Two thousand four hundred miles south,

Not having their own die

Low on time and low, near the ground,

Entebbe -- they must land

Troops must sweep in swiftly enough

And seize the enemy at hand

The President of Uganda,

Idi Amin has style

Riding in a black Mercedes

A plan was now compiled  

Using a white Mercedes for,

a scheme to get theirs back

Taking time before the morrow,

They need to paint it black

Go on Mossad, go on, go fight  

Get close there to your prey,

Like nights in the darkness under,

Bad omen you shall slay

One down, two down, three, four, five, six

So close to end the game!

But wait! Get your lovely colonel,

do not carry the blame!

Go on Mossad, go on, go fight  

Get close there to your prey,

Like nights in the darkness under,

Bad omen you shall slay

They run into the dark airport,

telling captives, “Get down!”

Clearing the sight, getting the flight,

Leaving the bloodshed ground

Coming back with one life to spare

Sympathy is given

This noble day will not forget,

The people, now driven