Ode To Big Blue
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The oceans of the world were the home of big blue.
He was the greatest monster that the world ever knew
and the place that he loved best was the waters to the west.
Around the blue Pacific he did roam.
Big Blue moved alone for a mighty blue was he
and the battles of the whales was an awesome sight to see
and he took them one by one and he drove them all away.
In the mating of the day he was the king.
Big blue had fifty wives and he sired forty sons
though most of them feel victim to the cruel harpoon guns,
ah, but he was too much wise to get caught by the gunners' eyes
and so he lived at sea a hundred years.
His mouth was as large as a tunnel, so they say.
His hide was thick as leather and his eyes quick and small
and his back was all scarred by the times he got away
and he knew the smell of whalers, did Big Blue.
Big Blue passed away to his natural decay
beside the Arctic Circle as he traveled up that way
and there never was a man who was born with a gunner's hand who ever took a pan to Big Blue.
Now the gray whale has run and the sperm is almost done.
The finbacks and the Greenland rights have all passed and gone,
they've been taken by the men for the money they could spend
and the killing never ends, it just goes on.
The oceans of the earth were the home of big blue.
He was the greatest monster that the world ever knew
and the place that he loved best was the waters to the west.
Around the blue Pacific he did roam.
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