Transported to another timeby sound, smell or sensation

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