There once was an oyster

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There once was an oyster,
Whose story I tell,
Who found that some sand
Had got into his shell.

It was on a grain,
But gave him great pain,
For oysters have feelings,
Although they’re so plain.

Now did he berate
The harsh working of fate
That had brought him
To such a deplorable state?

Did he curse all the world,
Cry out for salvation,
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 by,
As the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate
Destiny stew.

And the small grain of sand,
That 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 only we’d begin,
With some of the things,
That get under our skin……