The Only Good Thing About Bad Bob

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