Please note all of this is due to the cold medicine I'm on.

Sung to the tune of 'Home on the Range"


Oh, give me a Gnome straight from it's home
Where the gears and the wound rope lay
Where seldom is heard. "He's such a nerd."
And they vie for their Gnomish pay

Gnome, Gnome on the range
Wether beer battered or in a soufle
Where seldom is heard "they've turned into curd"
Baked in a pie, for a piece we all pay

Where the air is so pure, the zeplins so free
The breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my Gnome on the range
For all the Elvish eyes so bright

{Chorus}

Oh give me a land where the bright Archanite sand
Will make me as rich as my dreams
Where hunting at dawn can not be wrong
Like a Gnome in heavy cream

{Chorus}

A Gnome dressed like a turkey at it's best
With fresh butter we've had to churn
To the jelly that quivers at the end of oue feast
While our flickering campfires burn

{Chorus}

How often at night when the heavens are bright
do we hunt by the glittering stars
Have I stood here amazed and asked as I gazed
If Gnomes are good in chocolate bars?

{Chorus}

Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours
The Gnomes I love to hear scream
I love the mage frocks and the Gnomish cocks
(CHICKEN'S you sickos)
That flavor the Gnome soup in the Tureen

{Chorus}

Gnome, Gnome on the range
Wether beer battered or in a soufle
Where seldom is heard "they've turned into curd"
Baked in a pie, for a piece we all pay



*Now, where is my soup pot???*