Come along, catch a Heffalump,
Sit with me on a muddy clump,
We'll sing a song of days gone by.
Run along now, don’t be glum,
Get you gone, now, have some fun,
Don't be long, for the end is nigh.
Don't let moments pass along
And waste before your eyes;
March with me and the borogoves,
Come with me and the slithy toves,
And never ask us why.
Come, come, come, come, come along now,
Run away from the hum-drum,
We'll go to a place that is safe from
Greed, anger and boredom.
We'll dance and sing till sundown,
And feast with abandon,
We'll sleep when the morning comes,
And we'll rise by the sound of the birdsongs.
We'll be here when the world slows down,
And the sunbeams fade away,
Keeping time by a pendulum
As the fabric starts to fray.
There’s no such thing as time to kill,
Nor time to throw away,
So, once for the bright sky, twice for the pig sty,
Thrice for another day.
Come, come, come, come, come along now,
Run away from the hum-drum,
We'll go to a place that is safe from
Greed, anger and boredom.
We'll dance and sing till sundown,
And feast with abandon,
We'll sleep when the morning comes,
And we'll rise by the sound of the birdsongs.
Come with me, catch a rare type specimen,
Cuddle up with a hesitant skeleton,
We'll break our fast with friends.
Once we're fed, we shall disappear rapidly,
Many moons to the west of here and happily,
Our journey never ends.
Shut your ears when sirens sing,
Tie armbands to your feet;
Listen up and you won't go wrong again,
Float along on a verse-less song and then,
Get to where the two ends meet.
Come, come, come, come, come along now,
Run away from the hum-drum,
We'll go to a place that is safe from
Greed, anger and boredom.
We'll dance and sing till sundown,
And feast with abandon,
We'll sleep when the morning comes,
And we'll rise by the sound of the birdsongs.
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