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.