Children’s Rhyme: The Magic Whale

I’ll tell you the tale of how we set sail
In search of the great and magical white whale
Our port of call was his home in Mocha Bay
My entire life changed that fateful day

They warned us that we best beware
But there was no way to possibly prepare
You see, things aren’t what they seem to be
When you’re journeying far out at sea

We saw a squid as big as a house
Pull a ship underwater as if it were a mouse
I thought mermaids and sirens called out to me
Just dolphins they said, the tricksters of the sea

Then a freak storm knocked us off course
Maps blown to the waves by the sheer force
We were all but lost when we found the great whale
Our provisions gone, as was the mast and the sail

He reared on the ship and came crashing down
The crew panicked, certain we would all surely drown
He swallowed us whole, the ship and the crew
We stood there in shock, what else could we do?

When we awoke, we were in the night sky
Sailing on a rainbow, the whale swimming nearby
We each glanced around, and without reason or rhyme
Somehow we knew, we had disappeared from time

I looked in his eyes, he peered into my soul
Saw my misdeeds and through forgiveness made me whole
He holds the universe within his firm fins
And on his back he carries the burden of theΒ world’s sins

We came to realise we were judged that day
Luckily we passed and he sent us on our way
With a flash of his tail we were returned to reality
In the middle of a forest, our ship stuck in a tree

We now know, he is the nature of the sea
He was created from life, to live, to be free
He is magic, elusive, beyond you and me
He will never be caught, nor should he ever be

It is not down on any map;
true places never are.

– Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

12th October, 1851

Herman Melville’s Moby Dick is first published as The Whale by Richard Bentley of London.

Observances of Note:

National Chocolate Cupcake Day
National No Beard Day
World Menopause Day

13 thoughts on “Children’s Rhyme: The Magic Whale

  1. Brilliant.
    I’m going to have to start sending these ones to my nephew to read.

    I’d love to write for him but seeing as he’s only eight I reckon your poems are far more (skilled) and suitable than my own πŸ˜‰πŸ˜πŸ–€

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    1. Thank you. Too kind.
      They are a bit all over the place in regards to age. Recently they are more appropriate for young adult than to my very young children.
      Having trouble with the childish nonsense lately.
      I’m sure many out there would love a charming little rhyme book for kids πŸ˜‰

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    1. Thank you.
      I agree. I’m hoping it is more for awareness than celebration.
      A horror movie pitch just came to mind. Every woman on the planet goes into menopause on menopause day, thereby ending the human race. The women fueled with blood lust and amazonian strength wipe out the male population within days. Maybe a little too dark 🀣


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