Devils, they say, do not appear In their own guise, but as innocence, Beauty, or cuteness ready for cuddles Small boys named Damien, clowns With balloons, or puppies revealed Only by a certain gleam in their eyes Do not trust the pitiful whimpers of Such bundles of fur, these tiny Tremulous Tribbles, these terrifying Terriers; be not led astray by the Tales of tails wagging, and the D.O.G. being G.O.D. It's a trick, a flimflam, a con Beware! Watch out for the shedding Of hair and the beggins for pettins And devils daring you to walk away Without watching them dance On tiny paws for bacon It's easy to be taken in