There's an orchestra of orchas,

All of them whaling away.

Choruses of popoises,

Echoing down in the bay.

There's a great big seal of approval,

Flocks of penguins at play.

Squeaking and gabbing, shrieking and blabbing,

They've got so much to say.



We're all singing the same sweet song,

Some sing treble and some sing bass.

We're all swimming in one big pond,

As we go spinning through space.



All together,

All together.

All together,

All togther.