Mr. Starr:
I am Starr, Star I are.
I'm a brilliant barri-star.
I'm here to ask, as you'll soon see,
Did you grope Miss Lew-in-ski?
Did you grope her in your house?
Did you grope beneath her blouse?
Did she give you gifts and ties?
Were you spied by prying eyes?

Mr. Clinton:
I did not do that here or there!
I did not do that anywhere!
I did not do that in a chair!
I went not near her giant hair!
I did not join -- even for fun --
The Mile High Club in Air Force One.
So stow your feathers and your tar.
I did not do her, Starr you are!

Mr. Starr:
Did you smile? Did you flirt?
Did you peek beneath her skirt?
And did you tell the girl to lie
When called upon to testify?

Mr. Clinton:
That is it; you've gone too far!
I do not like you, Starr you are!
I will not answer any more;
In fact, I think I'll start a war!
The public's easy to distract,
When bombs are falling on Iraq!

Mr. Starr:
Mr. President, confess, did you make a sticky mess?
A mess on Miss Lewinski's dress?
A mess she holds so near and dear
She saved it as a souvenir?
And may I take a cell or two from you
And prove that one and one makes two?

Mr. Clinton:
I do not like this, Starr you are,
And I admit you went too far
And I did things with sweet Miss L.
Too inappropriate to tell.
A valiant battle we have fought,
Apologies are what you sought,
I'm very sorry I got caught!