There had been talk, of Noah’s walk;
The Gull spoke of a journey for all.
Every animal was to head east,
To find a place called Babylonia.
There was talk of peace.
A truce between the animals;
Well a truce of sorts, at least.
They had all pledged their loyalty to a Kangaroo named Noah;
He was to lead them on a journey to the east.
And now I speak of this journey to you all,
The fish, the crab, the whale and the gulls;
The birds, the octopus, the sharks and dolphins.
Let us all take this journey; they shall welcome us in,
To a paradise called Babylonia.
Our journey awaits us…do we dare to venture?
We can arrive before they do,
The sea is so accommodating.
No lands to cross, no hills to climb;
Just 360 degrees of water in every direction.
So let us swim or fly to Babylonia;
I bet I get there first.
We can leave the human race to their own destruction.
Let us all begin this quest.
The quest for Babylonia,
Shall be told through the generations,
As we shall all swim in the oceans of Babylonia;
We shall all begin again.
Begin new lives, begin new adventures,
Begin new families for generations.
We shall all survive and thrive;
Not swim through pollution and nets made of wire.
We shall go to the undiscovered seas;
We shall find our paradise with the other animals in unity.
We shall do whatever we please,
But we must be free from this Sea of Misery.
No human beings in Babylonia;
It has always been that way
And it shall stay that way forever.
Mother Nature has given us paradise…
Who are we to not search for it?
Do we stay here? Or do we find a new life?
