Blue, Grey, White and Gold
Blue, grey, white haze; Above a golden sea,
Smooth as ice, weaved like silk;
Clean and free.
Great mammal of peace;
Contently touches the gold,
To speak to me.
He speaks of untouched nations,
Beneath the gold, deep in the sea.
Where schools of fish, learn of creation
And sea lions play, in the weeds.
He speaks to me, about the otter;
The joyous fun, he makes of water.
He tells me all about the dolfin,
And his great love, for the ocean.
Then, with a tear in his eye,
The mighty mammal waved goodbye,
And from his spout, came a spray,
That I hope,
Will never fade away...
Smooth as ice, weaved like silk;
Clean and free.
Great mammal of peace;
Contently touches the gold,
To speak to me.
He speaks of untouched nations,
Beneath the gold, deep in the sea.
Where schools of fish, learn of creation
And sea lions play, in the weeds.
He speaks to me, about the otter;
The joyous fun, he makes of water.
He tells me all about the dolfin,
And his great love, for the ocean.
Then, with a tear in his eye,
The mighty mammal waved goodbye,
And from his spout, came a spray,
That I hope,
Will never fade away...
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