The Way of Gnomes
The gnomes of olden times
carefully hung the sun
and moon up in the skies.
Growing gardens by their
light provided garlic,
and sweet pumpkin delights.
Hoards of squashes and gourds
for making many tools;
Gnomes are truly no fools.
Little ones planted seeds
and watered plants with care,
polishing leaves with zeal.
Foods baked with fluffy eggs
have textures that are best
a flavor-burst delight!
Elementals won’t rest
until they’ve grown the best;
herbaceous edibles.
Be grateful to wee folk
caring for your garden;
watch them not as they work.
For secrets must be kept
in Mother Nature’s vault;
the Gnomes will never tell.
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