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There She Blows! Blow Whale Blow!
By Matthew Secosky, Chimp B

From the icy cold Atlantic, enraged with many storms
Whales have lots of blubber, to keep them toasty warm
Though they never make the playoffs, it's quite o.k. by me
For they make their home inside a dome, that's half mall, half ice rink.

Oh mighty Whale, won't you rest a spell, and answer my riddle please?
If the world failed to be. And the Whale was a tree.
What tree would thou be?

The Whale is good, the Whale is great
The Whale can shoot, the Whale can skate
A Whale in a bar would soon be seeing double
A Whale in the bath would be awash in Mr. Bubble
Confused I often wonder, so I ask you, one and all
What if the Whale, weren't really a Whale at all?

My Whale! Oh Whale! Where will thou go?
To the House of the Rising Sun, or the Land of Ice and Snow?

My Whale! Oh Whale! Can you feel my heart lament?
The day I heard you'd leave your home, $20.5 million you had spent.

My Whale! My Whale! Why hast thou forsaken me?
Offer valid in forty-nine states
Sorry Tennessee.


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