When April arose to bring us her help,
Didn’t she know we had run out of kelp?
The salt’s in the sea, the breeze in the air
But kelp is a find if it is anywhere.

Deep in the ocean stramenopiles thrive
Do we not know, they are truly alive
Doing their business, breathing their air
They turn the sun’s light into forests most fair.

When we do find them, they’re dry and forlorn
Looking like daggers on beaches at dawn
Pneumatocysts pop, releasing the air
Which may be much fun for the babe and the bear.

Now what has this kelp to do with your day?
We haven’t so much as an answer to say.
We speak to the sea, the earth and the air
But they do not listen, they have not a care.