The Squirrely Plotting Poem of Doom!

The squirrels are plotting, plotting, plotting,
Plotting our demise
I can hear it in their squeaks
I can see it in their eyes

They stalk me day and night
I find it hard to sleep
For when I close my eyes
I dream squirrels attack my feet.

They're watching, always watching,
I can feel their stares
They've mastered the art of dissapearing,
When I look there's nothing there

But one day I'll catch one
And then you'll all thank me
I know they're storing military supplies
In that knothole in my tree!

It's just a matter of catching one red handed
Or red pawed if you will
I know they look cute and fluffy
But it's their nature to kill!

Squirrelies, squirrelies everywhere
I can see them now
They've shed their invisibility cloaks
I must escape, but how?

There are so many of the beasts
I can hardly breathe
Oh good, you're here now!
Come to set me free!

No, don't take me away
It's all true! I swear!
Can't you understand, I'm right!
Does anyone even care?

The squirrels will be our doom I tell you,
They've brainwashed you with their lies!
I'm not crazy I tell you!
Don't look at me if someone dies!