"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 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?"
     
 



 
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