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Beyond the edge of the ocean Out there in the mighty deep There’s a deep tarumbulous rumble That says there’s a whale asleep. They stand on their heads when it’s snooze time, After blowing a jubilant spout. They dive to the depths of the blue slime. And giggle while bubbles rush out. In the sponteriferous forenoon Is the time when the whales like to dance. They don’t do the Beguine or the Samba. You could call it the cetaceous prance. With seventeen whales in a circle, They form a round ring head to tail Then one catches hold of the other And they start to play chase the whale.
29th November 2001
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