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 fateThat had brought him to such a deplorable state?Did he rant 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 shelf,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 soWas a beautiful pearl, all richly aglow.Now the tale has a moral, for isn’t it grandWhat an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?
And this moral consider, think what could beIf the lesson were meant for you and for me;What couldn’t we do if we’d only beginWith some of the things that get under our skin!Share on Facebook