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CHAPTER ONE In Which Elizabeth Meets Bobo

CHAPTER TWO In Which Rodney Meets Bobo

CHAPTER THREE In Which Both Meet Glogo

CHAPTER FOUR In Which the Gnomobile Sets Forth

I am the gnifty gnomobile,

Before my gname all gnations gneel;

I’m gneat and gnice in all my motions,

But sometimes have agnoying gnotions;

And when I have a gnut that loosens

Then I can be a gnawful gnuisance.

Take gnotice gnot to drive too quick—

I’ll gnock your gnoodle like old Gnick;

But gnow egnough to gnurse your speed,

And I will gnever fail your gneed.

CHAPTER FIVE In Which the Geese Begin Their Travels

CHAPTER SIX In Which the High Sierras Are Searched

CHAPTER SEVEN In Which the Geese Visit a Beauty Parlor

We are the Abyssinian geese,

We prove that wonders never cease;

We’re hatched with golden crowns in sight,

Saving the coronation rite;

Already painted for the ball

We need cosmetics not at all;

And when our tails have agitations

Reporters gather from all nations.

CHAPTER EIGHT In Which the Geese Are Sold

CHAPTER NINE In Which the Gnomobile Goes East

I know a forest dim and stilled

Where towering trees a temple build;

And in that forest lives a gnome,

He sorrows in his ancient home;

The axes lay the forest low,

And where’s a little gnome to go?

He’s young—a thousand years of life

Confront him, and he wants a wife.

But all the gnomes have gone away,

And who’s to tell him where they stay?

Only one kind of man may know it;

He brings his burden to a poet.

Lovers of woodlands one and all,

Wherever you may hear my call

Go spread the word, seek high, seek low,

Wherever ferns and mosses grow;

And if you find a lady gnome

I offer her a happy home.

CHAPTER TEN In Which the Goslings Step Out

CHAPTER ELEVEN In Which the Gnome-Gnapers Gnap

CHAPTER TWELVE In Which the Gnome-Gnapers Are Gnaped

CHAPTER THIRTEEN In Which Bobo Packs Them In

CHAPTER FOURTEEN In Which a Farewell Is Said

Build his bones into a tree,

And his blood the sap shall be;

And his tiny hands shall turn

Into waving fronds of fern;

All the forest things that run

With an old gnome shall be one;

Every bird shall be his heart,

And the flowers shall have part

In his wisdom, and the bees

Bear his love upon the breeze,

And the longing of his soul

Make the fallen forest whole.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN In Which Bobo Meets Queenly