I was walking down the High Street. When I heard footsteps behind me. And there was a little old man (Hello). In scarlet and grey shuffling away (laughter). Well he trotted back to my house. And he sat beside the telly (Oaah..). With his tiny hands on his tummy. Chuckling away laughing all day (laughter). Oh I ought to report you to the Gnome office. (Gnome Office). Yes. (Hahahahaha). Ha ha ha hee hee hee. "I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me". Ha ha ha hee hee hee. "I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me". Said the laughing Gnome. Well I gave him roasted toadstools and a glass of dandelion wine (Burp pardon). Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne. Carried his bag and gave him a fag. (Haven't you got a light boy?). "Here where do you come from?". (Gnome-man's land hahihihi). "Oh really?". In the morning when I woke up. He was sitting on the edge of my bed. With his brother whose name was Fred. He'd bought him along to sing me a song. Right let's hear it. Here what's that clicking noise?. (That's Fred he's a "metrognome" haha). Ha ha ha hee hee hee. "I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me". Ha ha ha hee hee hee. "I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me". (Own up I'm a gnome ain't I right haha). "Haven't you got an 'ome to go to?". (No we're gnomads). "Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school? you look like a rolling gnome.". (No not at the London School of Ecognomics). Now they're staying up the chimney. And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!). Cause they're earning me lots of money. Writing comedy prose for radio shows. It's the-er (what?). It's the Gnome service of course. Ha ha ha hee hee hee. "I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me". Ha ha ha oh dear me. (Ha ha ha hee hee hee. "I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me". Ha ha ha hee hee hee. "I'm a laughing Gnome and you can't catch me").