They exist When I was a child I did believe The stories of gnomes I took for true indeed One day when the sun cast Was gold and shallow I looked for gnomes Down by the grassy creek hallow I did walk down And I’d wait for the show And really, fairies and gnomes Did play by the creek stones! So listen to me And keep your beliefs For to a gnome Your innocence is a relief Because it isn’t by magic That they stay alive But by being seen With believer’s eyes!

The Little Girlgnome Once I met a little Girlgnome Down where the sunflowers blow I asked her why she was so small And why she didn't grow She slightly frowned, and with her eyes She looked me through and through I'm just as big for me, she said As you are big for you!

Little people I'm not too tall but that's okay There are better things to be anyway People come in every shape and kind And the way I am suits me just fine Walking under trees Some people get stuck I don't even have to duck When I'm playing hide and seek I won't be found until next week And the very best thing About being small If I ever trip I don't have very far to fall

Gnomes As the summer takes its leave Every gnome will now retrieve All the fruits he can obtain For the cold times once again Fall will come with stormy moods In the vast and lonely woods Gnomes prepare their winter goods: Clothing, food, and snowproof boots!

Magic A gnome is a little fellow That leads you through the trees He takes you to his Wonderland To anywhere you please Follow him and trust his way The magic has just begun And when the journey's over His heart and yours are one