There once was an oyster, Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand, Had got into his shell.
It was only a grain, But it gave him great pain.
For oysters have feelings, Although they're so plain.
Now, did he berate, The harsh workings of fate
That had brought him, To such a deplorable state?
Did he curse at the government, Cry for election,
And claim that the sea should, Have given him protection?
No - he said to himself, As he lay on a shell,
Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it.
Now the years have rolled around, As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate Destiny - in the stew.
And the small grain of sand, That had bothered him so
Was a beautiful pearl, All richly aglow.
Now the tale has a moral, For isn't it grand
What an oyster can do, With a morsel of sand?
What couldn't we do, If we'd only begin
With some of the things, That get under our skin.