> Mr. Starr:
> I am Starr, Starr I are.
> I'm a brilliant barri-star.
> I'm here to ask, as you'll soon see,
> Did you grope Miss Lew-in-sky?
> 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 from Iraq!
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