The Only Good Thing About Bad Bob - Tom Rosenthal

He crushes ants just for fun

And if you need a friend he is not the one

He came and he saw and we fled

His mere presence will fill us with dread

His beginning is our end

He’s a terrible blend of disaster and malaise

If you ask he won’t care

He finds joy in despair

He’s bad in a myriad of ways

If you’re feeling blue

Oh Bob may come to you

He don’t care if you’re down or you’re lost

And if you’re feeling low

Bob’s house is where to go

He don’t care if you weep or you sob

And that’s the only good thing about Bad Bob

His frown is the size of the moon

And he has no heart, no song, no tune

His smile has never been seen

He’s the dictionary definition of mean

He says the wrong words and even the birds

Are dismayed by his gaze

He could scatter a crowd

Not even his mum is that proud

He’s bad in a myriad of ways

And if you’ve lost your heart

Bob is the place to start

He don’t care if you’re down or you’re lost

But if you’re feeling low

Bob’s house is a place to go

He don’t care if you weep or you sob

And that’s the only good thing about Bad Bob