I’m both bits of you, and bits of others. I’m under your bed, but not your covers. I’m not that creepy, with my oft cute name. Keep your corners clean, to keep me away.

You'll find me in the darkest caves, trickling forth in cleansing waves. Sometimes I grow too much, too quick, and block the path with amber ick. Spelunkers come, lanky and pale, they try to best me and often fail.

I live in a cave, wiggling and free, I gossip, I slurp, and sneak snacks with thee. I don’t have legs but I sure love to roam, helping you talk or whistle where I’m right at home.

You could say hello to my little friend if you add an ace, but otherwise im around your neck OR how you stuff things in your face!

When the clock strikes two-thirty, it's time to come on in; Your palate is my palette and my canvas is your grin.