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In the quiet of the garden fair, Where flowers bloom and birds take air, A secret world of gnomes take hold, A tale of wonder to be told. With pointed hats and beards so long, They scurry, play, and sing their song, Building homes and tending earth, A gnome's life is a thing of mirth. They dance beneath the moonlit sky, And tell each other secrets sly, Their laughter echoes through the night, A magical and wondrous sight. So if you hear a rustling sound, Or catch a glimpse of something round, Just know the gnomes are close at hand, And their secret lives are simply grand.
In the quiet of the garden fair,
Where flowers bloom and birds take air,
A secret world of gnomes take hold,
A tale of wonder to be told.
With pointed hats and beards so long,
They scurry, play, and sing their song,
Building homes and tending earth,
A gnome's life is a thing of mirth.
They dance beneath the moonlit sky,
And tell each other secrets sly,
Their laughter echoes through the night,
A magical and wondrous sight.
So if you hear a rustling sound,
Or catch a glimpse of something round,
Just know the gnomes are close at hand,
And their secret lives are simply grand.
