Their corpses lie with staring eyes

Blind they are to clear blue sky’s

The sea runs red of their living blood

Fishermen laugh as only they could

But is it fish that they have killed?

To what proud hunt have they just thrilled?

No tis dolphin carcass that fills this bay

Shame have these fishermen caught this day

They try to hide behind hanging shroud

For being spurned by watching crowd

But who can kill with accustomed ease

None other than the Japanese

And while they slaughter these beasts at sea

We buy their goods with consummate glee

They make us things to drive around

But make no whale or dolphin I am bound

So think of this next time you buy

Those dead creatures with unseeing eye