I want to tell you a story 'bout a little man, if I can,
A gnome named Grimble Grumble. And little gnomes stay in their homes,
Eating, sleeping, drinking 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, "Hooray!"
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, "Hooray!"