Gliding, Softly, Gently, through all the slumbering depths, mighty mammals all, their tail flukes thresh, rolling and diving they do us no wrongs, finding their way by singing their songs

Splashing and Breaching, we watch in a trance, the loving caress of their mating dance, gentle creatures, one and all,
why do they hunt them, why despoil?

Brydes whale, Minke, just to name a few, for Japan and Norway, to hunt down and slew, how wrong for them to enter their waters, just to hunt them, to kill them, what mindless slaughter

These gentle giants with their innocent trust, could, if we listened, teach us so very much, about devotion, loyalty, they mate once for life, fidelity, a must, no conflict, no strife

So let us reach out and touch them,
call them our friends, then great joy, peace and happiness, will be yours in the end