Bobby's New Puppy

It seems that no one wants to play today.
I wonder where the people have all gone?
The boy that you call Bobby's gone away;
I swear I think you’ll search for him till dawn!
To tell the truth, that little boy was mean
To me: I will not miss him--not at all.
So I’ll just sit here waiting to be seen,
And hope another comes to toss this ball.
Apparently my cuteness serves me well:
My waggy tail, devoted eyes, are such
That both allow my wicked plans from Hell
To flourish, in disguise as evil much.

For here beneath this ball, within the ground,
Your mangled, precious Bobby can be found!