There once was a gal named Lewinsky,Who played music like a Stravinsky.'Twas "Hail to the Chief"On this flute made of beefThat stole the front page from Kaczynski.Said Bill Clinton to young Ms. Lewinsky,"We don't want to leave clues like Kaczynski.Since you look such a mess,Use the hem of your dressAnd wipe that goo off of your chinsky."Lewinsky and Clinton have shownWhat Kaczynski must surely have known:That an intern is betterThan a bomb in a letterGiven the choice of how to be blown.