An Ode To Noonsa

Noonsa, my hero, he's one of a kind
He's the best flaiming fish man you can find
Big, blue, slimy, and sweet
How many fish have his kind of feet?
He may be strange and a little slow
But you don't find his style wherever you go
He can jump, swim, skip, and hop
He can even do some stylin' belly flops
With spikes and a kiss as his only weapons
He does pretty good, wouldn't want to get him steppin'
Yet, his studly existance came to a quick halt
When he was smoked like a hotdog covered in salt
His friends, the buds he had helped all the way
Found him particularly appealing today
They ate him-they ate him all
I was personally quite appalled
A friend, a bud, a fish-man who cared
He was a bad guy, but he shared!
Under that slime, guts, and goo
There was a fish-man who loved all of you