A Challenge

The invasion encroaches upon our home.
But I'll have none of it.
We'll meet them at the doors, in the holes, under sinks,
And make things the right fit.

There isn't much room in this here place
For us and for them,
So we should send them all packing, and give them poison
To take back home to stem

A total pesticide, attacking the base of the nest,
And they won't last a day
Longer than it takes to get an exterminator
Through the office, or for pay.

After the fog has lifted, and the dust has fell,
We'll survey the battle zone,
And declare with fists in the air:
They can take away the sewers, but never our home!