Oh, the shark has rows of teeth, folks,
And he bares them for the bite;
But MacComey’s got a Memo,
Which hides a wicked knife.
The shark shows off its gore
when he gets in a fearful bite
But MacComey guts his prey,
with his shirt still pearly white.
Round Potomac’s hallowed banks
plain folks’ bodies all wash away;
Just a capitol epidemic;
MacComey’s memos a leakin prey.
Poor Hoover was a simple jerk,
his files was just real dirt;
But MacComey, he’s got alchemy,
to order any needed alt reality.