The, N
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.
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