The garden gnomes with frocks on,
They're sat in the room at the front of the house,
Fishing rods in hand,
They came in because of the chilly wind, blasting round their socks,
The fish pond's overflowing after all the rain,
The neighbours were much too noisy,
Partied in the garden, every night and every day.
And here they go again.
They're hungry, no fish to catch in the lounge.
(C) Livvi