Everybody loves him. He's just a little dog,
His pelt as white as snow,
And his spots as grey as fog.
He has a little secret,
He keeps it hidden well.
He eats children in the night,
This secret he'll never tell.
His little girl she loves him,
It is clear as one can see.
But one dear morning she saw it,
The arm hanging in a tree.
The little dog, he watched her,
As she investigated her find,
He knew he had to do it
Even though to him she was so kind.
That night he lurked the hallways
He serched for her in the night
He was waiting for the moment
The time that would be just right.
He stepped into her bedroom
Alas it was the time,
He stood over her head
And prepared to preform his crime.
In the morning it was all over,
Not a trace of the child left.
Her bed was found to be empty,
The parents wept fearing her death
The dog he sat in silence
This solitude was to much
He looked down at his paws
His girls life was in his clutch.
He couldn't bear life without her
He looked out at the road
A black car drove past
His soul had been sold.
(Oh my gosh, I didn't mean for this to get so dark)