The gnome

I want to tell you a story 'bout a little man, if I can, A gnome named Grimble Grrrumble. And little gnomes stay in their homes, Eating, sleeping, drrrinking their wine. He wore a scarlet tunic, a bluegreen hood; it looked quite good. He had a big adventure amidst the grass, fresh air at last. Wining, dining, biding his time. And then one day, hooray, another way for gnomes to say, "Oooooooh my" Look at the sky; look at the river. Isn't it good?___       Look at the sky; look at the river. Isn't it good?___       Winding, finding places to go. And then one day, hooray, another way for gnomes to say, "Oooooooh my" "Ooooooooooh myyyy"