So eager for the chase he is
He thinks of little else.
Runs off again, his coat in hand
hat flapping, eyes alight
All smiles and laughs with joy.
Ahoy the cry had come
"A pod's been sighted
Quickly now, off we go."
His men will have a laugh on him
Once again.
"Harry without harpoon" they call him
but he cares not, so happy a man is he.
Out of my sight now
Soon the whales will see them
Tiny specks shouting and jumping
Like small insects to
The whale's big eye.
The news will spread in whale talk
One huge creature crooning to the next.
"It's only Harry" they'll say
winking and blinking
and diving deep.
