If Whale Could Think On Certain Happy Days by Irving Layton Lyrics

As the whale surfaced
joyously,
water spouted from his head
in great jets of praise
for the silent, awesome
mystery
he beheld between sea and sky.

Thankfulness
filled his immense body
for his sense of well-being,
his being-at-oneness
with the universe
and he thought:
"Surely the Maker of Whales
made a purpose for me."

Just then the harpoon
slammed against his side
tearing a hole in it
as wide as the sky.