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Nobby The Gnome

I am the keeper of the pond,
my master told me so.
I stand on duty every day,
in sunshine, rain and snow.

No matter what I hear him say,
or what I see him do.
I'm loyal to him all the way,
with diligence so true.

I have some helpers in my task,
to see the job gets done.
They take my lead, it's all I ask,
were like a team; as one.

To start with there is tortoise Tess,
 the truest friend I’ve known.
He's slow but sure, you'd never guess,   
  that he is made of stone.

Now Cris the crane's carved from a tree,
his task is clear I’d say.
For when some real ones he does see,
  he scares them all away

And then there's Don the duck, though he's    
not good for anything,
Spends almost all the time asleep,
his head beneath his wing.

He's made of pot it is agreed
 while I am made of wood.
It's not his fault, I'm sure that he'd,
 do better if he could.

My master he looks after me,  
 he does the best he can.
I get a new coat every year,
so I can be 'the man'.

And if a bit falls off from me,
 he knows just what to do.
A dab of glue, a lick of paint,
 you'd think I was brand new.

It's some responsibility,
to earn my posh new togs.
There's lots of life down there besides,
the fishes and the frogs.

They all depend on me you see,
to drive their foes away.
So they can live their lives in peace,
each year, each months, each day.

So next time that you see a pond,
 in front of someone's home,
Just have a look; you're bound to see,
on guard - a little gnome.