The Gnome and the Deer

In a garden, mistily bright. Sat a gnome, with a kite
Along came a deer and enquired of the gnome
Why are you flying a kite and not at home
Home for this gnome is in the misty garden
But why are you here, if I beg your pardon
The forest is on fire, I’m fleeing in speed
Through the misty garden as you can heed
Well help yourself to water on your way through
And if you don’t mind me asking can I come to
Hop on my back you little fella
Then we can go, let me tell yer
That where I head, there are golden fields
You’ll love it there you get served hot meals
By little fairies with wings so bright
That alight on your head, before taking flight.