Ode to a Narwhal

Tonight, an ode to that most magnificent of creatures, the narwhal! (Note: due to the late hour of this post, I have not had time to thoroughly research everything in it, so there might be one or two minor factual inaccuracies.)

Oh narwhal, with your tusk so tusky

And your skin so dark and dusky

Won’t you please come share the tale

Of all the things you might impale

In all the places you have been

And all the sights you must have seen

I’m sure your stories are so grand

In the sea or on the land

Or flying high up in the air

You are so graceful, you don’t care

What others think or do or say

You’ll simply poke them anyway

Perhaps you’ve fenced a pirate chief

With matted beard and missing teeth

Or maybe a whole ninja clan

You’re mightier than beast or man

Or could it be that horn of yours

Is used for peace instead of wars

Perhaps you play it for a ball

Or solo in Prince Albert Hall

And people say, “There goes a gent

Who truly knows his instrument!”

So carry on, you noble creature

Display with pride your grandest feature

And greet the world with stately grace

With that big thing stuck in your face