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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.

It Ain't Easy, Living the Plastered Life by Spider Tom

Spider Tom's Comments:  Aine, you really look out for the odd ones, I pose the question, that being a garden gnome has its limitations, therefore to be liberated may not change the lot of a gnome, a lot.

The wind and rain, cuts like a knife,
It's not easy, living the plastered life.
Stuck, toe to turban, on a spike,
It's not easy, living the plastered life,
I'm washed each day, with puppy pee,
And doggy, keeps on "humping" me,
Got snail-trails from, my neck to knee,
It's not easy, living the plastered life.

I'm never easy, to embarrass,
It's not easy living the plastered life,
They made me from plaster d'Paris
It's not easy, living the plastered life,
I got no freedom, got no home,
What you see, is all I own,
If I had wings, I would have flown
It's not easy living the plastered life.

Am I dreaming? Am I deceived?
It's not easy, living the plastered life,
'Cause plastered eyes, won't, sight retrieve,
It's not easy living the plastered life.
Some one has grabbed me, their hands were cold,
And now I feel, I'm being rolled,
There's thieves about, I've heard it told,
It's not easy, living the plastered life.

And now I hear, I'm liberated,
It's not easy, living the plastered life,
I would have cheered, but hesitated,
It's not easy, living the plastered life.
Who could give to me, a home?
I'm just a simple Garden Gnome,
I live on earth where seeds are sown,
But never sown by me,
Condemned to be a plaster,
Cast upon a plaster sea.

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