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Will the Whale

I once pet the tail of Will the whale
Whose brush with the boat clear cracked the sail
Left lone adrift, I felt fear emerge
‘Til Will came back to escape the surge
For old Will had seen all the fish unite
To advance upon any sign or sight
Any sign or sight of those whales at sea
Who decided to eat their kind with me
Though that mass of fish had scared Will enough
That he lost all sign of him seeming tough
Still Will had hoped that his side would win
So he brought back to me a large pod of kin
Who decided to swim a few feet away
When the fish approached to keep them at bay
Then Will turned ‘round to see face to face
The same swift, fast fish who kept up the pace
Then we all could see that his fish-filled jail
Would lead to the end of old Will the whale.
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