042210f Millions Are Still There Poem by Manonton Dalan

breeding fish thought night is coming
starving themselves from not hunting
smell is awfully yucky they throw up
swim away is better chance for gasp
so widespread now beyond eye reach
satellites has assign a visual signature

collect and burn a brain child; brilliant
they did a few; it's on prime time show
called navy for assistant, fishermen too
their boats ready to lay down scoopers
previous estimate is too low; much flow
ther are tens of millions beneath the sea