Fighting over a home
That's how this story does start.
On a worm-rotten log
Amidst a deep fog
These two creatures came apart.
Said the Gnome to the Elf
"Stop thinking yourself
The owner of this patch of land.
I've toiled here years
Through trials and tears
Raising a home on this sand."
The Elf shook his head,
And following, he said,
"I believe I have a difference of opinion.
The beaches are Elfish,
I'm not being selfish,
But do you understand, young minion?"
At this the Gnome raged,
Expressing how he aged,
With anger coloring his skin bright red...
He murmured a curse
Of something much worse
Than wishing the spiteful Elf dead.
At this the Elf irked,
His ears pointed perked,
He himself uttered an oath.
With a hand through his hair,
He tried to be fair
To the Gnome who was considered loathe.
With a strong sense of right
And a want not to fight
The Elf offered forth his hand.
"This half I will dwell,
The half with the dell.
We'll share the Earth, I demand."
The Gnome being shocked
By the offer he socked
Gave him a moment of pause.
With a nod and a smile
In regular Gnome style
He prepared to sign this just cause.
And so forth thses two creatures
Share the land features
Of beauty, friendship and praise...
They work to make homes
For all Elfs and all Gnomes
So they never go through a selfish phase.
