The Oyster

THE OYSTER


There once was an oyster whose story I tell,

Who found that sand had got under his shell;

Just one little grain, but it gave him such pain

For oysters have feelings although they're so plain.

Now, did he berate the working of fate

Which had led him to such a deplorable state?

Did he curse out the government, call for an election,

Or cry that the sea should have given protection?

No, as he lay on the shelf, he said to himself,

"If I cannot remove it, I'll try to improve it."

So the years rolled by as the years always do,

And he came to his ultimate destiny -- stew;

And this 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

With all of the things that get under our skin.

 
 
***Tamara emailed this to us, and I loved it :)***