THE OYSTER

The oyster

Author Unknown

There once was an oyster

Whose story I tell,

Who found that some sand 

Had gotten 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 ...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.