Didn’t it all begin with a Pufferfish
that lay dead on the shore?
Loaded with toxins lethal –
cyanide, just 1200 times more.
Yet, on its ‘inflatability’
it wrote a certain love song.
You found a secret door to something
perhaps a knowing, where you belong.
What is there to like in a Pufferfish,
I always thought.
And then I saw how joyous you were
about the photograph you had caught.
And so the story goes, and now,
I love Pufferfish because I love you.