Uncle Tom and the whalers in Eden

Eden is a place in New South Wales
Half way between
Sydney yea and Melbourne
And if you have never been
It has a natural harbour
And many years ago
Whaling was the big idea
Helped by others in the flow

The killer whales
Were up to it
They were prepared to stake
Their time and effort and expertise
To help men eat the cake
Old Tom was a big Orca
A leader of a pod
Who apparently helped the whalers
And shared the whale
His god
Clearly hunted baleen whales
As man did in the bay
And so they got together
Really as a way

Of helping they were strategists
And adaptive to the cause
They work along with the whaling men
The men who used their oars
To row out to the open sea
And harpoon a grey whale
Aided by the orca’s who ensured
They didn’t fail

And the reward for a capture
Was the killers loved the tongue
The men were after the blubber
So the tongue became their bung
The law of the tongue became the way
That the great whales were brought ashore
With the help of the trusted Orca clan
Who didn’t want for more

They organised the ambush
And the men harpooned the whale
The whale then rushed off dragging them
Until well it did fail
Weaken and the injury meant loss of blood
And so
The Killers got their precious tongues
And the men of course did know

That was a true story
Of Eden’s relationship
With the killer whales
For when all else fails
They were ready to let rip
Assist the men those whalers
Improve the odds so they
Were able to catch the whales they wanted
And do it night and day

The killer whales are killers
Sleek and intelligent souls
If they want a particular whale
They exert their controls
They work together the whole pod
Is clearly on a roll
They are adaptive killers
With intelligence and soul

Again I say that Sea World
Erred when they thought that they
Would capture and imprison the Orca’s
And of course the day
came when they well realised
Killer whales can kill
Dawn was slaughtered and other have been
Victims lost at will

And all because of our arrogance
We imagine that we are gods
But corporates are nothing
They are just a bunch of sods
Brainless compared to the Orca’s
And sadly some have paid
With their lives
covered up its true
For the great black fish survives

They never should be captured
And placed in tanks so we
Can try to house them and feed them
Into infinity
We are a graceless bunch of turds
Imagining that we
Can train and manage such a beast
The killers of the sea

If we continue down this road
More people will be killed
More innocent souls will be injured
More blood will be spilled
Sea World erred and others too
Will suffer they will die
For the awful life we put them through
And Thats no word of a lie.