31 October, 1975
Travelling to the sea,
Whales there to see,
Trying to find out
If they are now free,
Mammals of the sea,
Trying to be killed,
Harpoons of whalers,
Of that trying to be filled.
Living alone in the wide open blue,
Trying to be hewn by the whalers anew,
Many whales are there to be seen,
But the whalers are really to keen.
Now there are not many whales to be seen,
As the whalers are really to mean,
If they’re not stopped the whales will vanish,
Now is the time to help to banish.
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