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