A Gnome's a special treasured thing, if ever ye do find one.
I know.... I even heard one sing 'n frolic in the sun.
Twas a sight of such delight, I easily remember
the glow 'o light on her face so bright.
So, I'm blowin on da embers.

By nature she's wild, a fiery child.
Her temper it can flare,
'n burst about with scream 'n shout
for all the world ta share.
But'a mistakes been made ta tame the maid,
'n damp the fire out.
Ya loose the warmth, the radiant smile
that a Gnome 'tis all about!

Sure I'm the fool who went ta school 'n
thought I was so smart.
I didn' nurture every spark that burned within her heart.
With such neglect and no respect, it cooled as does December.
I know I must restore da trust
by blowin on da embers.

That Gnome's so dear, I learned ta hear
the message she was sendin.
The fire's so low it's lost it's glow
'n needs a daily tendin.
The precious mother, so near to smother
still sparks da family members.
So I'll keep da light a burnin bright
by blowin on da embers.
 

James Allen Laurino, M.D.
Class of 1977