On the subject of this thread, here's a song I wrote a few years ago:

CAN'T YOU STAND TO LET HIM GO?
            C
    All ye gentlemen and ladies,
               G7
    Won't you listen to my song?

    It's about our little brothers
               C
    Who stand out upon the lawn.
                                 C7            F
    Garden Gnomes who stand and shiver in the cold,
          G7                                 C
    Pity Gnomes who stand and shiver in the cold.


CHORUS:       C7                               F
    He's the little man that drips there in the rain.
               G7                            C
    He's the little man that shivers in the snow.
             C7
    He's the little man that swelters
                   F
            in the hot and broiling sun.
               G7                                 C
    Gents and ladies, can't you stand to let him go?

    Have ye got a heart of iron?
    Have ye got a soul of stone?
    Have ye not a shred of pity
    For the Gnome who stands alone?
    For the Gnome who herds flamingoes 'cross your lawn.
    Poor old Gnome who herds flamingoes 'cross your lawn.

CHORUS: And he's the little man that drips
                there in the rain.
         He's the little man that shivers in the snow.
         He's the little man that swelters
             in the hot and broiling sun.
         Gents and ladies, can't you stand to let him go?

    Oh, I call on your humanity,
    I call upon your heart
    To abolish this vile slav'ry
    Of the little men of art.
    Gnomes whose only sin is being made of stone!
    They whose only sin is being made of stone!

CHORUS: And he's the little man that drips
               there in the rain.
         He's the little man that shivers in the snow.
         He's the little man that swelters
               in the hot and broiling sun.
         Gents and ladies, can't you stand to let him go?

CODA:    He's the little man whose nose drips in the rain;
         Turns to icicles a-standin' in the snow.
         He's the little man who sweats a ton,
         Standin' there in the noonday sun.
               Gents and ladies, can't you let him go?

Dave Oesterreich