Written for and inspired by the little amigurumi Whale Blimp mobile project.
This little Blue whale is called Wei-Wen, but don’t be fooled, they’re anything but drowning in sorrows!
Come high-tide or low, you can find them dolphin’ into new waters. They may not have grand plans to orca-strate, but they’ve got porpoise, and finship true! For they’ve a heart as big as a whale’s!
One day they breached the waters they love. And saw what other, than another sea up above!
Waving their fins and tail alike,
A whale song's beginning, inspiration's strike.
"What is that sea,
that I never did see?"
A songbird who fancied the blue expanse flew by and heard their fervent whales. They told them then, where that sea did hail.
"It is the sky,
that's so very high.
One must fly,
to go up high!"
So little Wei decided to fly.
"What is that sea,
that I never did see?"
A songbird who fancied the blue expanse flew by and heard their fervent whales. They told them then, where that sea did hail.
"It is the sky,
that's so very high.
One must fly,
to go up high!"
So little Wei decided to fly.
And with words to part, spoke their good-bye.
But the songbird flitted and chirped at length,
Already certain, it was of wasted strength.
They twittered and fretted, but to no avail.
For undeterred, was the little blue whale.
But the songbird lamented.
"Alas, mine feathered kin swims not the ocean's depths."
"Our limitations are there, or it may be our last breaths."
They spoke at long last,
But the songbird flitted and chirped at length,
Already certain, it was of wasted strength.
So the little whale stayed, that he would hear their say.
For to heed such advice, helps day to day.
They twittered and fretted, but to no avail.
For undeterred, was the little blue whale.
But the songbird lamented.
And failure he hinted.
"Our limitations are there, or it may be our last breaths."
They spoke at long last,
In words of solemn past.
"Any more,
than any whale could soar."
They flittered to, with a forlorn glance,
"Any more,
than any whale could soar."
They flittered to, with a forlorn glance,
And begged, that they not take the chance.
"Though swim you do and fly do I, birds we are, of a feather,
You seek the sky, and I the sea, though soar we do, in different weather."
"The Songs we both sing,
That our souls take on wing.
But waters blue were meant for gills,
We heed currants of wind, us with bills.
As the space betwixt star and cloud,
are for the feathered, not finned--is that not sound?"
But Wei-Wun spread his fins,
"Little I may be, but not what I've seen.
Limitations you say, I know not what you mean!
They would show them flight,
come what might.
With a flip of their flipper, a push of their tail, and soar they did, an arc in the sky!
And did the little whale sing.
"You say, 'Gilled are we, those born of the sea',
But the penguins are not, do you not see?
You'll find neither mine-self, bears such anatomy,
For the world isn't so built, in such monotony!
You need not gills, to swim in water.
You need but only, must not falter!"
A breath did Little Wei take, and blow he did, of bubbles thick, to shroud the little songbird that he too may take.
And into the seas they dove,
to see but the world below.
For they knew, one can never be certain what one can and can't do. If one never did try, then one never could know!
That there was always a Wei, if one would but try!
You seek the sky, and I the sea, though soar we do, in different weather."
The little whale paused, but remained steadfast,
For they knew but so little, and the world so vast!
"The Songs we both sing,
That our souls take on wing.
But waters blue were meant for gills,
We heed currants of wind, us with bills.
As the space betwixt star and cloud,
are for the feathered, not finned--is that not sound?"
As did the songbird with his.
For seeing this did the songbird resign, that the little whale was determined true.
And did Little Wei-Wun turn to the songbird.
And implored him to open, to the words he so heard.
And did Little Wei-Wun turn to the songbird.
And implored him to open, to the words he so heard.
"Little I may be, but not what I've seen.
Limitations you say, I know not what you mean!
They would show them flight,
come what might.
With a flip of their flipper, a push of their tail, and soar they did, an arc in the sky!
And did the little whale sing.
But the penguins are not, do you not see?
You'll find neither mine-self, bears such anatomy,
For the world isn't so built, in such monotony!
You need not gills, to swim in water.
You need but only, must not falter!"
A breath did Little Wei take, and blow he did, of bubbles thick, to shroud the little songbird that he too may take.
And into the seas they dove,
to see but the world below.
For they knew, one can never be certain what one can and can't do. If one never did try, then one never could know!
That there was always a Wei, if one would but try!
Try, try, and try again!
It matters not if you’re crabby, or what storm hangs over your head. Whether it be g-reef you're lost in, or when you start questioning your scales.
It matters not if you’re crabby, or what storm hangs over your head. Whether it be g-reef you're lost in, or when you start questioning your scales.
No matter if you've lost sight of your chartered course, forgotten the sight of the stars and can't navigate your way out. Even if your moray-eel compass charters not to true North, never will Wei-Wun turn tail.
There's no need to bluff for this cetacean.
For this little whale knows the Wei Wen things go wrong. If you’ve made a fluke, just remember, they’re made of two!
Take a ride in their basket! For with a twirl and whorl, shell whisk you away. Above the petty corals and brewing storms, a hot air baleen up high in the sky. To feel the sea breeze, and see how small everything to truly be.
And shell tail you the secret to baleen-cing life, “If the tides are turning, if you’ve lost your way, never fret, never fear! Just go with the flow, and throw me a line! For Wen in need, you reel-ly but need, only look for the Wei.”
Things will a-bait, you'll sea, and kelp may be right there beside you. For your friends will stand ever with you, to cheer you on, come storm or rain, hell or high water!
P.s. Their crush is the Humpback of Notre Dame. But shy Little Wei will remain an admirer from far, for to even hold their fin would clam them up and turn their blue pink! A bit of a turtle to overcome, to say the least!
Take a ride in their basket! For with a twirl and whorl, shell whisk you away. Above the petty corals and brewing storms, a hot air baleen up high in the sky. To feel the sea breeze, and see how small everything to truly be.
Sonar-y should you worry, just listen in calm. Shell tell you a tail, and sing you a song! Such a shoal would it be, to give the sole succor! Of distant skies, so very high, and stormy seas of blustery blues.
Just as one may scoff and say through grit teeth, "A flying whale, quite a stretch of beach!" But such are but grit, sand on a beach. Don't let their harpoon diminish you.
And shell tail you the secret to baleen-cing life, “If the tides are turning, if you’ve lost your way, never fret, never fear! Just go with the flow, and throw me a line! For Wen in need, you reel-ly but need, only look for the Wei.”
Things will a-bait, you'll sea, and kelp may be right there beside you. For your friends will stand ever with you, to cheer you on, come storm or rain, hell or high water!
P.s. Their crush is the Humpback of Notre Dame. But shy Little Wei will remain an admirer from far, for to even hold their fin would clam them up and turn their blue pink! A bit of a turtle to overcome, to say the least!
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ReplyDeleteThis is way too punny!! I *love* it!
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