In the little cottage it was warm and snug.
Nell was knitting, and Porporo was playing.
Each of the gnomes was a bit of a loner,
Very serious and busy with his own affairs.
Outside the window a storm came rumbling in,
Banging like a cheeky kid on the saucepans!
The drizzle began to fall, and it wanted to muck about.
Well, can you really blame a little lad for that?
They put on a whole concert, the pair of them!
If you're out in the open, you'd best scarper quick!
Get under a roof right now, mate,
Whether you're a poet, a surfer, or a diver.
Or water will squelch around inside your boots.
You'll be as soggy as a leaf in the rain,
Clinging to the trees to keep yourself warm.
You need a roof! Hurry up, hurry up!
The little bunny was nearly a goner,
But then he spotted a cosy little cottage.
And in the little cottage it was warm and snug,
Nell was knitting, and Porporo was playing.
Who is knocking so timidly at the door?
Could it be the rain? But someone is quiet.
Then the knock came again. No doubt about it,
Who has come calling? A visitor needs answering.
Nell set her ball of wool down on the armchair,
Called out, ‘Who's there?’, not rushing to the door.
‘Auntie, let me in! I'm a little bunny, soaked through,
I only just escaped a dingo, I did.’
Nell didn't know what to do:
‘Dear, we gnomes don't much like company.
And trouble is the last thing we need here...’
‘Auntie, who else can I turn to, who?
I'm lost, and I'm so cold...
Maybe my fear will melt away in my sleep,
But where can I sleep? There's nothing but water.
I'll never get home again, I reckon...’
Just then Porporo runs up to the door:
‘We're gnomes, sure. Nan, sorry,
But we're not made of stone. And whoever is in trouble,
We'll always help them, everywhere.’
Nell sighed, ‘You're right, love.
I'd quite forgotten our good nature.
Our dear little bunny, come in quickly,
Don't be shy, grab a biscuit.
Yes, gnomes can be a bit rough at times.
We keep to ourselves and don't like trouble.
But we won't leave you, we'll help you now.
Sorry, little bunny, please forgive us.’
In the little cottage it was warm and snug.
Nell was knitting, and Porporo was playing.
Beside them the little bunny rolled a toy truck.
A moment of priceless friendship filled the room.
