The Wailing Whale

The little whale started to wail

She swam too close to the beach

Had paddled out, was saddled about

With the sea just out of reach

She cried and wailed, the little beached whale

Her fate wasn't great, she was doomed

People started coming, some swimming, some running

Yet danger certainly loomed

The whale gasped for breath, close to near death

Her blowhole was completely blocked

Then out swam a boy, with a smile of pure joy

Beneath the excitement and the shock

He extended his arm, didn’t mean her no harm

Though to her he was a stranger

Removing a small fish, with a snag and a swish

Yet the young whale was in grave danger

Stuck on a sandbar, she hadn’t gone far,

Needing water to live

Out they came, running the same

With a bucket of water to give

People splashed and splished, a life saving wish

To keep the young whale alive

they pushed and shoved with gracious pure love

To help the wailing whale survive

The young whale broke free, she got out to the sea

And was overjoyed once more

She looked back to the banks, wailing a loud thanks

To the brave boy back on the shore.

The End....

Author Notes: Children's Story about working together for a cause. "So shines a good deed in a weary world." Mr. Willy Wonka