Yik Yiks

There are little 'yik yiks' running in my home,
Up and down and all around.
They're here, they're there, they're everywhere!

When I turn my head *poof*, they're gone!
Leaving only traces of shadows in my eyes,
Stealing things, moving others all around.

There are little 'yik yiks' in my home,
They're sneaky little bastards,
But have made they're prescense known.

They are dark little people,
With big round ears, listening for every secret,
Dodging my quick eye, diving behind my head.

There are little 'yik yiks' in my home,
Sprinkling yuckiness in my eyes,
So in the morning while I'm wiping, they're giggling.

These little imps think it is quite funny,
Hiding my keys, socks and important documents,
In strange, unthinkable and unreachable places.

There are little 'yik yiks' in my home,
Rolling the windows and turning off the lights,
Tying my headphone lines and stealing all my spoons.

Some one please save me from these oddities,
I fear they're plan is to make me go mad!
Perhaps then they'll be able to run the house...

and continue doing as they please.