There was once an oyster

Whose story I now tell

Who found that some sand

Had got into his shell

‘Twas only a grain

Yet it gave him such pain

For oysters have feelings, too

Although they appear so plain

Now did he berate

The harsh workings of fate

That had brought him

To such 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 that years rolled around

As years do.

And he came to ultimate

Destiny stew

And the small grain of sand

That had bothered him so

Was now a beautiful pearl

All richly aglow

Well, the tale has a moral

For isn’t it grand

What an oyster can do

With merely a morsel of sand?

What couldn’t we do

If only we’d begin

With some of the things

That get under our skins