Exerpts from Dave Mallett's song, Song for the animals.

...we are all in it together,
it's become such a part of the race
It's eternally magic, that which is magic
Be killed at the end of a glorious chase,
From young seals to great whales
From waters to woods they fall like leaves in the wind,
But we've fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls
What a hell of a race to call men.

...here's to the world of the wild ones
Here's to the ones that must fall
Forgive us and bless us, we know what we do
We're victims of blindness that's all
And mothers your babies keep grand ladies warm
As they stand on veranders at dusk
It's too bad we killed them before they could swim
But, you know that the whole world was given to us.

You say the battle is over, finnaly the world is at peace
You mean no one is dying and mothers don't weep
Or it's not in the papers at least
Go write it on the sides of the great whaling ships
Or on the ice floes where concience is tossed
With the wild in their eye it is they who must die
It's we who must measure the loss.