Garden gnomes were playing around,
The grass was green and flowers made sound,
“Hush,Hush see the colour of light,
You take blue, You take pink,I take brown.
Gnomes do not play easy games,
They are tricky, sometime friends.
From top of the hill, God looks upon us,
If he comes down we will surely blush.
He will make us newly made.
Gnomes will ask for many days.
But we will have his feet to shed.”