Just imagine there’s an island in the Atlantic sea,Where a light house stands neglected, Upon a shore reefed below by jagged rocks for a mile or so. though the darkness would hide it from passers by, The light shines forth and no one knows why. A visitor came to the island one day, He hoped to find a clue to the mystery,There he found a little old man bucket in hand,many whales sat weeping round, Curiously the visitor asked ,Why does the light shine so bright , When there’s no machinery in sight,And all around is dark as night? Why do those whales sit and weep as if their hearts would break?  The old man with a tilt of his head,And an odd grin replied,A whale was stranded on yonder shore, And with God’s help I freed it from its plight, At that time God also gave me the gift to understand what the whale was saying, The whale and I came to an agreement then and there. I would listen to his tale of woe and he and his kind would make the light house glow, Now many’s the whale that passes, And all have woeful tales to unfold. As you might know a parent often tells their wailing child to stop blubbering, So just think of all the blubber these wailing whales provide, My part is to listen to each story, And take the blubber to fill the light house’s boiler, In this way we help each other, The whales go on their way relieved of all their woes. I get to have their company, And to keep shipping from coming to grief on the Reef, No whales are harmed in the process, And no one  has come to grief on the reef in a very long time. The visitor went away still confounded  by the phenomenon around him.