The Oyster
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 fate That had brought him to such a deplorable
state? Did he curse 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 shell, 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 so Was a beautiful pearl all richly
aglow. Now the 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 some of the things That get under our skin.
(author unknown)
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Updated on 12/30/01
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