Oh orange ball, my orange friend
I can't believe you've met your end
Inseparable were you and I,
and I carried you proudly, head held high
While showing you off to one and all,
"I'm Hathaway; this is my ball."
I chased you down through mud and Nor'easters;
kept bringing you back, out-retrieving Retrievers
You didn't break in my pit bull jaws
or under stomping pit bull paws
You kept your bounce, unlike the others
that split their seams and shed their covers
I could find you in a foot of snow,
and held you when I had to go
I shared with friends, Carmen and Danny,
Toby, Jake and even Manny.
We fished you out of the water before,
but this time you sank too far from shore
Dear orange ball, where for art thee?
At the bottom of the ocean, buried at sea.