How strange to be a jellyfish
Without a heart or brain,
A blob of see-through matter
Floating out there on the main.
Content to pulsate in the deep
And if the chance presents,
To sting an unsuspecting soul
And make him scuttle hence.
But if that jelly's guard is up,
He's scooped up by the tide
And plopped upon the beach
Where many other jellies died.
I guess without a brain that jelly
Wouldn't understand
That to bob beneath the waves sure beats
A sunbath on the sand.
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