In my garden stands a nine-inch gnome
I’m so glad he calls my garden home
I’ve seen him blinking
I’ve heard him sneeze
Sometimes I catch laughter on the breeze
If I ever got to talk with him
I would offer to give his beard a trim
I’ve seen him bending
To scratch his knees
Sometimes I catch laughter on the breeze
I walk upright, but I’m not always right
I hear shuffling part way through the night
I’ve seen him flailing
To swat the bees
Sometimes I catch laughter on the breeze

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