The Harp and the Whale and the School

by Tom Parker

Down under the waters of Oregon Bay
Just south of the Marigold Tidepool
They tell of a story that's hard to believe
Of Harp and the Whale and the School

The Harp was a seal that swam in the sea
Its fur was so white on a young pup
But hunters they came and they clubbed them all down
The babies they never grew up
Wo, the babies they never grew up

The Whale was a creature quite big as a house
That swam in the oceans at high tide
It seems that extinction was to be their fate
Last seen in nineteen ninety-five
Wo, there's nary a whale that's alive

How could it be
Couldn't the people see
That all life here on Earth is a commune

Once, Birds filled the sky
Before they too all died
And now nothing is left, but the Harvest Moon

The School was a gath'ring of colorful fish
That banded together in millions
But hunting, pollution and killing for sport
And now all the schools they are gone
Wo, yes all of the schools they are gone

Sing now!

The Harp's now an instrument plucked with your hand
The Wail is the cry of the vanquished
And School is a place where we learn what we've lost
So sad that it's turned out like this
Wo, it isn't quite what we had wished

Down under the waters of Oregon Bay
Just south of the Marigold Tidepool
They'll tell you a story that's hard to believe
Of Harp and the Whale and the School
Wo, the Harp and the Whale and the School