There is a creature of the ocean
That passes time in contemplation
Of the spinning of the world
And all the things about it hurled.
Among these whales the conversations
Are never ending communications,
In song, a deep philosophy
Makes an unfathomable symphony.
Mankind heeds not and scorns the tune,
So ignorant he applauds with cruel harpoon.
I wonder if their unknown chorus
Has a melody that forgives us,
Who did nothing to stop man's sin
And when comes the final rendering,
Will the whales in heaven's choir let men in?
That passes time in contemplation
Of the spinning of the world
And all the things about it hurled.
Among these whales the conversations
Are never ending communications,
In song, a deep philosophy
Makes an unfathomable symphony.
Mankind heeds not and scorns the tune,
So ignorant he applauds with cruel harpoon.
I wonder if their unknown chorus
Has a melody that forgives us,
Who did nothing to stop man's sin
And when comes the final rendering,
Will the whales in heaven's choir let men in?
