The Grumpy Old Gnome

In a garden of emerald green, Where sunshine danced, a vibrant scene, Lived a gnome, so short and stout, With a perpetually grumpy pout.

The Grumpy Old Gnome, a legend told, His face like bark, so stern and cold. Amongst the blooms of poppy bright, He scowled all day and through the night.

The roses whispered, "Oh, dear me, Why so grumpy? Can't he see The beauty here, the buzzing bees, The gentle swaying of the trees?"

The tulips chuckled, bright and bold, "His grumbling's getting quite old! Let's tickle him with fragrant air, And chase away his grumpy stare!"

The mushrooms, chubby, white, and round, Popped up from the mossy ground. They sang a song, a funny rhyme, To cheer the Gnome, and bide their time.

The plants began to sway and twirl, A floral dance, a happy swirl. They tickled his beard with petals soft, And giggled quietly aloft.

The gnome, he frowned, he stomped his feet, But couldn't help but feel the heat, Of laughter blooming all around, A joyful, magical sound.

A sunflower winked with golden eye, A daisy blushed as days went by. The mushrooms’ song, so light and free, Began to work its magic, you see.

He chuckled once, a tiny sound, Then twice again, upon the ground. His frown lines softened, bit by bit, A tiny smile began to flit!

He watched the dance, the colors gleam, A happy, fantastical dream. The Grumpy Old Gnome, no longer blue, Began to smile, it's actually true!

His grumpy face, now bright and gay, He joined the dance and cheered the day. The garden sang, the sun shone down, The happiest gnome in all the town!