Ode to a Blowfish poem

One day you are swimming in the sea

Pretty happy-go-lucky and carefree

And the next thing that you know

Into a fishing boat you go

I bet you never saw that coming

That a new tune you'd be humming

Now look at what's left of you

And there is nothing you can do

You are all dried out and prickly

And you look terribly sickly

And now you're stuck on dry land

Gone are the beaches and the sand

You adorn somebody's desk top

Between the monitor and the mop

Your mother thought you'd be big some day

How did you ever end up this way?

http://hubpages.com/hub/Happy-Blowfish-Day--All-Thingz-Blowfish

To go with her poem above.