songs of whale echoes from depths
maybe for calves or to stun kreels
some of us thought in year of '60's
it's a plea for survival from insticntion
so many ears have listen except few
who hunts them for oil, blubber, meat
today rise of their population maybe
causing die-off, too many, less food
down argentina incident is sad story
calves,308 succomb to hunger died
most fingers points to navy's sonar
ship's sonic impurities, dead zones
but our oceans are too small to roam
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