• lines_of_lirea 23w

    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 much 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?
    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?