Is bird song or whale song better?

Oh! the whale is free of the boundless sea,
He lives for a thousand years;
He sinks to rest in the billow's breast,
Nor the roughest tempest fears:
The howling blast as it hurries past,
Is music to lull him to sleep,
And he scatters the spray in his boisterous play,
As he dashes the king of the deep.
Oh! the rare old whale, 'mid storm and gale,
In his ocean home shall be,
A giant in might, where might is right,
And king of the boundless sea!