I just can't help it. I keep returning to that picture. Tears well up in my eyes. One drop falls. Then another. Pretty soon I am weeping.
To console myself, I composed a little poem:
Poor Fishboy! I cry,
Won't someone end this misery?
Woe is me!
To look into the carvernous depths
Of this, his empy humi!
Please, someone, anyone, help out this fishy fellow!