Skinner's Cupboard

Into Skinner's office we creep
Searching to find what he might keep
In that mysterious cupboard against the wall
Is something in there or is there nothing at all?
Maybe it's empty and the rumour's just fun
But maybe it's Krycek, hiding with his gun
Maybe there's files which belong in the bin
Or how about a corpse with deteriorating skin?
Parts of a UFO that no one should see?
Or a group of intelligent EBEs?
Whatever there is, we shall never know
Cos the picture of Clinton stares and tells us to go
And just in time, we end our search
As we run down the corridor, Skinner returns!