There once was an oyster whose story I'll tell --Who found that some sand had slipped under his shell. Just one little grain - -but it gave him much pain For oysters have feelings -although they're quite plain. Now did he berate the working of fate --Which had led him to such a deplorable state? No! He said to himself, as he lay on the shelf, "If I can't remove it --I'll try to improve it." So, the years rolled by as years always do, And he came to ultimate destiny --stew! But the small grain of sand which had bothered him so Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow. Now this 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 To enrich all those things that get under our skin.
