Hope this comes across in the right text.

{Sung to The Beverly Hillbillies}

Come and listen to my story,

Bout a little garden gnome,

One day the liberation came,

And snatched him from his home,

They stuck him in a uniform,

Said "A fightin gnome you'll be",

So they put him in a boat,

And they sent him to Paree,

{France that is}

Now our little cement buddy,

Didn't like to carry guns,

And one day he decided,

That he was gonna run,

They threw him in the stockade,

In the town of gay Paree,

He was branded a deserter,

And they hanged him from a tree,

When all his concrete relatives,

Heard of his demise,

They all gathered round,

And tears filled their concrete eyes,

But we shouldn't feel too badly,

For our little buddy's fate,

Cause you can't feel any pain,

When you're made from agregate.

Gotta go pack for Merlefest now, See y'all when I get back.

Ron.