'Twas a night in December and all through the Strait,
Not a creature was frightened by net or hooked bait.
The harpoons were all hung in the museum with care,
To remind future people not to "go there".
The clams were all snuggled down tight in their beds,
No sewage or lead swirling round in their heads.
The salmon swam by in great silvery surges,
The rivers smelled sweet and awaited their urges.
Baby orcas were nursing - No more PCB's,
For humans had finally cleaned up the seas.
For the kelp and the otters, the urchins, the seals,
We hope that someday this dream will be real.
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