Hi there! It’s me,
The Great White Shark.
Don’t feel alarm.
I mean no harm.
I’m not the monster that the films create,
The Mr Nasty that they love to hate.
Let’s get this straight:
It’s true my jaws are strong and wide,
My teeth are sharp and pierce and crunch,
But these are my survival aids
And help me find a needed lunch.
I’ve got to live, as you all do,
And I’m more useful in my way.
I clear the sea of rot and junk,
The rubbish humans throw away.
Four million years I’ve been
Evolving to my present state.
That’s quite a time and surely proof
That my physique and skills are great.
I’m a fast and agile swimmer,
Can smell a drop of blood from miles.
I can speed like a torpedo,
Surpassing any human wiles.
It’s not my custom to attack
A human for my sport and food.
It’s only if I am provoked
And forced into a stroppy mood.
So stop this craze for shark’s fin soup.
It’s cruel to cut away a fin.
How would you like your leg cut off
And thrown into a baking tin?
Now listen to what I propose:
I won’t attack if you’ll agree
To keep your nasty nets and knives
Away from me and let me be.
Just leave my patch of sea to me.