The Gnomies

As I lay awake in the white moonlight,      I heard a sweet singing in the wood -             'Out of bed,             Sleepyhead,             Put your white foot now,             Here are we,             'Neath the tree,             Singing round the root now!'      I looked out of window in the white moonlight,      The trees were like snow in the wood -             'Come away             Child and play,             Light wi' the gnomies;             In a mound,             Green and round,             That's where their home is!             'Honey sweet,             Curds to eat,             Cream and frumnty,             Shells and beads,             Poppy seeds,             You shall have plenty.'      But soon as I stooped in the dim moonlight      To put on my stocking and my shoe,      The sweet, sweet singing died sadly away,      And the light of the morning peep'd through:      Then instead of the gnomies there came a red robin      To sing of the buttercups and dew.