

Out in the ocean,
cold and deep,
Where normal fish just swim and sleep,
There rolls a giant,
black and white,
With a mega-sized appetite!
They call him "Killer," which is rude,
Heโs just a whale who loves his food!
He wears a tuxedo every day,
To look polite while hunting prey.
So letโs join fins across the sea,
From the frozen poles to the tropics free!
Weโve got different stripes,
weโve got different ways,
Swimming together through the darkest days.
From the top of the wave to the ocean floor,
We don't need borders anymore!
Tuxedos or scales, big or small,
The big blue ocean belongs to us all!
He flips a seal up
in the air,
With absolutely zero care.
Then high-fives a shark
right in the face,
To show who really runs the place.
They swim in pods, a
heavy crew,
Just plotting what theyโre gonna do.
Theyโll tip a boat,
theyโll steal your bait,
And look real cute while they dictate.
We look at the map and we carve it up,
Fighting over a broken cup.
But down in the deep where the currents roll,
The ocean teaches a higher goal: You can rule the waves,
you can share the crown,
Without ever putting your neighbor down (Well...
unless you're a penguin at lunch,
that is!)
So respect the orca,
grand and fat, The ocean's heavy-metal cat.
Hand in flipper, hand in hand,
Across the water, across the land.
We rule the waves,
we share the crownโ Let peace ring out,
and never look down!