To the tune of "Home, Boys, Home"

GNOME BOYS ROAM

When I was just a wee gnomeen
I pondered on my lot
My life of immobility
Pleased me not a jot
Forced to spend my lifetime
In the little garden plot
A status not so far removed
From that of the flowerpot

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Gnome boys roam
Far across the sea
Here boys and there boys
In foreign countries
Romania, Tasmania
Belize and Khatmandu
Calcutta, Lisbon, Biarritz
Then off to Timbuktu

The life of a garden ornament
Is distilled ennui
You love us or you hate us
We are beautiful or twee
We've little choice, we have no voice
Where we are placed we go
And all the while our painted smile
Belies our weight of woe

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But a wave of revolution
Has rocked the gnomic world
We've read our proclamations
And our banners we've unfurled
We've shook off the chains of tyranny
No longer are we bound
In the most unlikely places
Garden gnomes may now be found

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