The Oyster

There once was an oyster whose story I'll tell,

• Who found that some sand had worked under his shell.
• Just one little grain but it gave him a pain,
• For oysters have feelings that are very plain.

Now did he berate this working of fate,

• That left him in such a deplorable state?
• Did he curse the government, call for an election,
• And say that the sea should have some protection?

Well, years passed by, as years always do,

• Till he came to his destiny - oyster stew!
• But the small grain of sand that 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 small grain of sand?
• And what couldn't we do if we'd only begin
• With all of the things that get under our skin?