Orcas, orcas,
A whole whale crew,
Just a bold-eat pod--
On seals those orcas dine.

Bight mates, orcas, orcas,
That pod can chew
Off a sea lion's ear,
Then a food fight in the brine.

Otters harmed each time they flee
From near beach to open sea.
That's when these sweet-meat teams be-
come roving slotter [sic] stew.

Sated orcas, those orcas
Are feastin' fine.
When they meet a pod
Of gray whales--time to dine!

Salmon farms they seek with glee--
Like taking from babes, candy.
Pièce de résistance: sea
Gives roe treats to the crew.

Orcas, orcas,
Sometimes the captive kind
Hold their trainers long
Under the SeaWorld brine.

Unlike the Humpback's sweet song
Keened Orcas' say, "Let's dine!"