Our garden gnome has vanished He sat by the pond alone, As a present he was given (Or I should say 'adopted') From another home, We hated him on sight But smiled gratefully With thankful acceptance For the monster that was he. We are sure he sensed our attitude Every time that we past by, It once got to the stage We were convinced a tear came to his eye. In his gaudy gown he sat with his fishing rod Even the other gnomes left him on his tod, Our cat would screech at him And then continue hissing But that gnome took no notice He just went on fishing. One spooky night in Winter He must have crept away And struggled to the pond next door, While we rejoice (and our cat) He`s still there to this very day.