He didn't quite
Know how
It happened
He was doing
Whatever it is
That gnomes do
Fishing
Or singing
Or drinking
Or laughing
And there was
A flash
Or a splash
Or a croak
And that was it
The world changed
Or at least
His world changed
And his face
Was squashed
As if pressed
Against glass
And he couldn't move
His arms or legs
And there he was
Preserved forever
Inside a log
And all he could
Think
As his thoughts
Were eroded
By bugs
And lice 
Was
This ain't no
Fairy tale