As the gentle giants swim through the sea,

Not expecting a thing,

A sharp metal object is heading their way,

And they feel a sharp sting.

They don’t know what happened,

But they feel a lot of pain,

The innocent creatures,

Are pulled up by a chain.

Now they’ve figured it out,

They know what’s going on,

A whaling harpoon has hit them,

A massive violent gun.

As they’re pulled up to the whaling ship,

Their condition deteriorates,

They get weaker and weaker,

They’re in a terrible state.

The last thing they see,

Just before they die,

Is the satisfied look,

In the fisherman’s eye.

I hope this proves,

How cruel whaling is,

Well how would you like it,

If you were treated like this?