The Goolah Song

Goolahs are the type of thing
About which I propose to sing.
Many a child, cat and king
Has endured their pestering.

Little fluffy balls with eyes
Round my head like little spies
Whooshing in with little cries
Open ears their greatest prize.

Whispering imps of smoke and fear,
Scary lies for me to hear,
Giggling with demented cheer
To quiver a lip or spawn a tear.

But you can swat these little thugs,
Punish them like Raid on bugs,
Make them flee with "Eeeks!" and "Ughs!"
Simply give me lots of hugs!