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The Nomites. What a commotion what a carry on, everyday the same in the great land of Nom. Shy little Nomites draining the bogs. Chopping and gathering nom-nom logs. I hear you ask, "What is a Nomite?" He's an elusive critter with a nasty bite. When he attacks it's a terrible sight So if I were you I'd not make a sound don't let the Nomites know you're around. It's said that the Nomites live on insects and fish. If you're quiet and patient you may get your wish. For when the sun sets In the great land of Nom You might hear them talking Nom-nom-nom-nom.