Clifford and the whale

Ahoy me hearties, ye landlubbers too,
Hearken to the story I want to tell you,
A fine tale, a fishy tale
Of the time Cliffords boat was taken by a whale!
He was anchored a bit off the shore,
Had caught some fish but wanted more
When suddenly the rod bucked and fought—
Goodness knows what he had caught.
Either a really feisty Rig—
(This Baby was BIG.)
A swordfish, or even a Marlin!
(“Hold on tight, you little darlin’.”)
The anchor dragged—then with a jerk
It just let go, it didn’t work.
AND OFF THEY WENT.
In less time than it takes to say
They were passing Colville Bay,
Then Port Jackson flashed by to starboard
And open sea was glimpsed to larboard.
On out into the Pacific
The speed, it really was terrific!
At Mercury Bay they took a turn
Leaving some islands well to stern,
Then the whale slowed right down
As it approached Whitianga town,
Obviously hoping Cliff would disembark
Conveniently close to Moewai Park,
BUT CLIFF SAID
“Oh no, I won’t Mack,
Just turn right round and take me back,
And do it NOW, you blubbery old scandal,
Kelly and the Campervan are still in Coromandel!”