Mud nets
A fishing net
Where do they go
Up into the air
With the dolphins
On show
Catching them a science
And intelligence we
Completely ignore
In the town called TAIJI
Bottle nosed dolphins
Sensitive souls
Who will stay with their pods
Will exert the controls
Protecting each other
And losing their way
And for their sensitivity
All of them pay
Japan and Taiji
An infamous town
Where shamelessness surfaces
And the Bottle nose drown