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.

I'm two words. I'm a breakfast that is hard to order....despite my name to contrary. You like your plates with a bit of the runny goodness? Order me and you'll get with a bit of the yolk goddess.

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.

My heart is stone Yet I’m a treat My form a derriere Enjoy my meat

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.