Some of the little ones have devil eyes.
And all of them have teeth. The pointy kind.
They look so helpless, weak, and almost blind,
But it's a sneaky plot to compromise
Your home security, and yes, your heart.
For they will look so harmless and so sweet
You'll take them in with kisses—then they'll eat
Your face and leave your body ripped apart.

I know all this, and yet I am a fool,
I think it will end differently somehow.
That maybe they are truly harmless now,
That nothing so adorable is cruel.
Yet in my depths, I know the fate that's mine:
Big eyes, sharp teeth, nom-nomming on my spine.