To Be a Jellyfish

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.