Hank'rin' for head, Mark Foley,
Hank'rin' for head from guys.
Hank'rin' to bed, Mark Foley,
Page boys just past pint size.

This "mentor"'s prong was mountin'
When pages were rife.
In IMs a-shoutin'
To lads: "Be my wife."

Hank'rin' for head, Mark Foley,
Hank'rin' for head 'twixt thighs.
Hank'rin' to shed, Mark Foley,
Pants from pages for prize.

These times, post-Murrow,
'Net technology
Can fell those of high station
When it's rendered recklessly.

Hastert knew 'bout Mark Foley
And his penchant for fry.
Hastert's now actin' holy;
Porcine Den starts to lie.

Hapless Den's roly-poly;
Porker's way past pint-size.
Hasslin' Den 'bout Mark Foley,
Some of his once-friends guys.

Foley'd love furrow--
Rectum, northerly,
Snout in sons' loinsome valley,
Wangin' in a high-post spree.

"Alcoholic" Mark Foley
Is now out gettin' dry.
A Catholic, Mark Foley,
Priest-porked when just pint-size.

Hank'rin' for head a-plenty,
Hank'rer fast said "Bi-bye."
Hank'rin' for head of Denny,
Dems urge on FBI.

Hank'rin' for head, Mark Foley,
Hank'rin' for head from guys.
Hank'rin' for head, this troll seeks
Page boys just past pint size,

Page boys for whom he's eyes,
Page boys were getting wise,
Page* boys cut him to size.


*As in press