790-1066 the viking were abroad
And now the new age variety
Bring us our reward
Slaughter and decapitation
Murderingly their spree
They call the grindap
Its no real scrap
From the sea
Angels the true pilot whales
All these precious pods
The gods
Made every one of them
And now these desperate sods
Are knifing them and tearing
Out their fetus one by one
Their children climbing over them
As they rot there in the sun
The evidence is documented
Videos are made
They are all over you tube
Its their stock in trade
They give the wrong impression
Short sighted every one
Closed minded parochialism
Their intolerance over done
Its their obstacle to knowledge
An unenlightened bunch
Out of the dark ages
When it comes down to the crunch
Unversed and inexperienced
Untutored and untrained
Dabbling in the superficial
And no one has restrained
Or plumbed their evil arrogance
Their shenanigans do need
drawing in completely if they are
To succeed
Its not that they are starving
So why slaughter the whales
They have more food than the Danes themselves
And lots of ghastly tales
The mercury and pcb’s i am sure
Affect their brain
Islanders with little chance
Really they are a drain
For oceanic chemicals
Sociopaths maybe
Many of them crackers
Drawing shit out of the sea