Orkie a Whales Tale Part 3
One day Orkie was on a hunt for clams
On the bottom on the ocean sand
He would dive way down
And have a look all around
It became a game
For which he had no name
But he did have fun
Until he got tired and was done
Another day, Orkie said to mom, come and see
What can this creature be
They stand on a boat and look at me
Whatever can they be
They are called the human race
Don't they have a funny face
Once they used to hunt us on the sea
But now they just let us be
They come on a thing called a boat
All it does is make noise and float
They drop out their nets
To see how many fish they can get
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