I think that I shall never sail
A boat as precious as a whale..
A whale, whose ancestry, so dear,
dates back, they say 60 MILLION YEARS!
A whale whose song helps all to grow,
To procreate, evolve and know,
A whale, earth's ancient records keeps,
and contemplates from vasty deeps.
God protect them and their ears,
These magnificent majectic dears!
May God protect them, one and all,
and CAUSE THEIR ENEMIES TO FALL
Like fish food in some dark abyss,
So they can carry on in bliss.
A poem by Susan Canedy Gilman, 12/2000, All rights reserved.