Maybe They'll Gnaw Right Through

Quick! 
Set your traps, burn your stakes, throw your stones, we wanna feel safe.
And the mice will gnaw right through.
Board the windows, cawlk the cracks, seal the doors, cause there's a draft.
The horrid air's out to get me.
Please.
Shine your spotlights, hit the brightlights, lay off the brakes, we need to breathe.
Such short spurts, short short spurts.
Inhale, exhale. (repeat)
Needles, tubes, blips, white, starched, ticks, all itching to get in.
Quick for God's sake, and cut out the lights.
They'll know I'm here.
They'll know and gnaw right through.