Swarming the forest, disturbed from their ancient slumber
Agitated, rabid and with an endless hunger
Deforestation and de-humanation
No survivors to tell the tale when the beaver hive came to life
Rampaging rodents killing everything in their path
Nothing can stop them, nothing can prepare
For the fury of millions of sharp fangs
Gnawing through wood and lumber
Skin and tissue
Flesh and bone