Look at the ocean
Feel the breeze
It feels weird
Does it have a disease?

No it doesn’t
It’s just like that
Plastic in the ocean
Makes me feel sad

Look at the fish
They look helpless
Waste is more
And water is less

Help the fish
How do they feel?
If we won’t
I’ll feel very mean

Do we want
To kill the fish
And make them into
A recipe’s dish

How are
They feeling
I hope
They’re healing

Is it a rule
We need to follow
I feel cruel
Don’t you?