St Johns and the Sealers

Baby seals of just 12 weeks

still taking milk from mother

and we have Sealers and their wives

who can’t wait to wear, something or other

blankets, rugs and carpets

all made from baby seal

they have been bludgeoned till

their brains are turned to jam

for real

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and the Sealers cannot wait to

eat the flesh of infants, they

will smoke it on the fender

by the fireside the next day

most babies are in their cradles

but not so baby seals

they get hammered pretty fast

to see how all that feels

seal oil becomes capsules

fur becomes some rug

shudder shiver all a quiver

heartstrings feel that tug!

as little babies cry out

for their mothers on the ice

big eyes weeping

sealers reaping

havoc roll the dice

Canada is evil

roll the dice again

another little baby

get its head bashed in

the chain

of events a lout steps forward

a cudgel in his hand

beating babies till they groan

then drags them across the land

get the rug out Mary

lay it on the floor

that was once 10 baby seals

minus blood and gore

feel how bloody soft it is

rub it on your face

these women out in Canada

are a, bloody disgrace

to so abuse the infant stock

is cruelty beyond

anything that happens

no wonder some abscond

bleeding like the clappers

they fall into the sea

sealers and their dealers

where would that lot be

up to their eyes in great white sharks

chomping on their toes

they need some of their own medicine

out on the ice floes