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The Song Challenge:   Mummy, Where Did The Funny Little Man In The Garden Go?  PARIS -- The dormant Garden Gnome Liberation Front has sprung back to life, stealing about 20 gnomes during a nighttime raid on a Paris exhibition.  "We demand ... that garden gnomes are no longer ridiculed and that they be released into their natural habitat," the Front's Paris wing said in a statement following its weekend strike.  France's first garden gnome exhibition in the exclusive Bagatelle park on the outskirts of the capital opened last month and has been a hit with the public as chic Parisians develop a taste for kitsch culture.  The Garden Gnome Liberation Front vanished from the public eye in 1997 after a northern French court handed its ringleader a suspended prison sentence and fined him for his part in the disappearance of around 150 gnomes.  The only suspected sighting of the organization since then was a mass suicide of gnomes at Briey in eastern France in September 1998, when 11 of them were found dangling by their necks under a bridge.  A letter found nearby said: "When you read these few words we will no longer be part of your selfish world, where we serve merely as pretty decoration."  Now, the sight of 2,000 of the gaudy, colorful creatures dotted around the Bagatelle gardens has clearly proved too big a temptation for the group to avoid.   It warned that it would strike again unless the show was closed and all the gnomes released.  Organizers told the daily Le Parisien that they had no intention of bowing to the Front's demands.

Can't You Stand To Let Him Go? by doesterr

doesterr's Comments:  Herewith, my maiden entry.  All it took to induce the muse was a sufficient humanitarian appeal.


All ye gentlemen and ladies 
Won't you listen to my song?
It's about our little brothers 
Who stand out upon the lawn 
Garden Gnomes who stand and shiver in the cold
Pity Gnomes who stand and shiver in the cold. 

CHORUS:
....He's the little man who drips there in the rain.
....He's the little man who shivers in the snow.
....He's the little man who swelters in the hot and broiling sun.
....Gents and Ladies, can't you stand to let him go?

Have ye got a heart of iron?
Have ye got a soul of stone?
Have ye not a shred of sympathy 
For the Gnome who stands alone?
For the Gnome who herds flamingos 'cross your lawn
Poor old Gnome who herds flamingos 'cross your lawn.

....CHORUS 
....He's the little man (etc.) 

Oh, I call on your humanity,
I call upon your heart
To abolish this vile slav'ry
Of the little men of art.
Gnomes whose only sin is being made of stone!
They whose only sin is being made of stone!

....CHORUS 
....He's the little man (etc.) 

He's the little man whose nose drips in the rain
Turns to icicles a-standin' in the snow.
He's the little man who swelters in the hot and broilin' sun.
Gents and Ladies, can't you stand to let him go?

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