On the table
On the chair
In the hallway
In the cupboards, in the dishes,
In the tanks with burbling fishes,
In my hairbrush, in my knickers,
Stuck on mucky yucky stickers,
Hiding in the food we eat,
Trailing halfway down the street,
On the tube trains, on the bus,
They’re following, they’re watching us.
A crowd of them! It’s mass migration!
Bent on global domination!
However much you hoover them
You never will remover them.