Here's another ditty from NZ. About a place on the East Coast of the South Island, called Kaikoura (a Maori name - Kai = food or a feed, koura = (of) crayfish. Great place now for humpback whales (although it used to be a whaling town), dusky dolphins and little blue penguins and of course great big crayfish. (Jon Pirtle, 2003)

The sun slides slowly skywards through the grey barred winter dawn
And the Seaward Kaikouras light up as if new born.
Blues and pinks, golds and greys scatter through the sky
In the bay the Dusky Dolphins silently slip by.

The townsfolk in their houses tight closed throughout the night
Now slowly start to waken to take up the age old fight.
There's no head start for towns like this, just one unending race
So Kaikoura town clings tightly to its people and its place.

For it's a long and narrow foothold scratched at the mountain's feet
Where the measure of their lives is the seas incessant beat,
Built on oil and baleen, scrimshaw teeth and and bones and such...,
A ceaseless daily slaughter that soon became too much.

But still the days dawn brightly flashing gold and green and blue
The penguins, whales and dolphins give each day a special hue,
And the Seaward Kaikouras still stand and watch the waves
As their forefathers before them throughout the passing days.