Gnomerick of sorts

A gnome will always tinker
No matter what's abound;
In revelry or chaos
It's known where they'll be found
They never cease to wonder
Of all things old or new;
If something winds up broken
They'll know just what to do

They tinker in their workshop
That's where they make their keep;
A cogwheel-this, a gyro-that
They'll even mechanize sleep
Their savvy only rivaled
By the fiery goblin race;
A folk, if gnomes had their way,
Would be shot up to space.

Albeit short in stature,
In genius they don't lack;
Be it good or evil type,
Don't ever cut them flack.
For if you cross a gnome
They will surely make you pay;
You may not see them coming
But you''ll surely rue the day.

A gnome will always tinker
And they'll laugh maniacally;
Though, if you hear their cackle
You may have to look down to see.