when my eyes beheld an eerie sight,
for my gnomester in his wool began to rise,
and suddenly to my surprise...
He did the gnomester mash,
it was a garden smash,
it caught on in a flash,
he did the gnomester mash.
From my gnomatory in the room out east,
to the dining room where the little ones should feast,
the gnomes all came from their humble doodles,
to get a poke from my felting needles...
They did the gnomester mash,
it was a garden smash,
it caught on in a flash,
they did the gnomester mash.
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