(Something my uncle suggested...)
Oh, where, oh where have you gone?
I hunt all day and night,
The garden looks far too empty,
Please return after your flight.
Your pointed hat has many uses,
Fishing-rod decorations shine,
My garden lacks a certain piece,
I wish you were still mine.
I’m sorry I had to go away,
I saw a great show,
Men dressed as me: all pointy,
I really couldn’t go.
But now I’m back to cheer your place,
I call it too my home,
I promise won’t be took no more,
For I am your gnome.